A/N: Here"s the promised boink-fest~And it has come to my notice that the chapters of this story are appearing without s.p.a.ces between paragraphs for some readers in the app, which can make it difficult to read. If that is so, then you might want to read it over at Scribblehub as an alternative, at least until this issue is fixed (๑^ ᴗ ^๑)
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On a certain sunny day, Qinghe decided to visit Wei Xiang in his office in the Order of Sentinels" headquarters. For a long time now, he"d wanted to observe the place his lover spent his time in while working, and he also wanted to see if they could squeeze in some pleasurable activities in between. And so, Qinghe descended to the mortal realm and cheerfully headed to meet his Xiang in the Order.
But as he entered the outer gates of the headquarters and walked towards the solemn black building that housed the Order"s offices, Qinghe was faced with the strange scene of Wei Xiang striding out purposefully while another Sentinel was hugging his waist, being dragged behind him while still on his knees. But Wei Xiang seemed uncaring, irritation flickering in his gaze as he sped up.
The Sentinel who"d latched onto him wailed loudly, "Please, oh please, I"m begging you Senior Officer Wei! Big Brother Wei! Great Deity Wei! I know, I know, it"s my fault that the papers about that series of dream haunting cases haven"t been processed, I"ll admit my mistake! So can"t you please just take pity and help a brother out here? It"ll take you less than an hour with your speed! Please, please, please, plea― Ah, Little Bro!"
The Wei Xiang who had been frowning in annoyance while determinedly marching forward unheeding of his fellow officer imitating a waist pendant suddenly stopped and looked at Qinghe, surprised.
Before Wei Xiang and Qinghe could greet each other, the Sentinel hugging Wei Xiang immediately let go of him and jumped towards Qinghe, going down on his knees and shamelessly hugging his legs. Qinghe jerked in startlement and looked down. The Sentinel begged, "Little Bro, please save me! Now you"re the only one who can convince this hardhearted, cruel lover of yours to show me some pity!"
"…" Both Qinghe"s and Wei Xiang"s lips twitched. Should this Sentinel really be saying such things right in front of the person whose help he sought? Or did he really trust that no matter what he said, as long as Qinghe supported him, Wei Xiang would put aside the memory of his insulting words and help him?
Qinghe sighed and spoke, "Sentinel Huang, this is unseemly. Please rise and tell me the situation first."
Sentinel Huang happily sprung upright and bowed to Qinghe, his personal sense of shame seeming non-existent. "We"ve been especially busy this past week, so my teammates and I will be unable to hand in an important report about a certain case we recently completed in time. I admit that I and a few others were at fault for making some mistakes in one of our other tasks that ended up eating up our time and resulting in us unable to finish this report. But what"s done is done and we can"t turn back time. Since Senior Officer Wei was also one of the people who coordinated with my team to complete that recent case, he has enough of an understanding to finish those reports even without us. That is why we wanted to ask for his help in this matter.
"But who"d have known that Senior Officer Wei was heartless enough to ruthlessly reject my request and happily abandon us like this in our time of need just so he could go and have fun with you? While you both will be cavorting between the sheets, I and my team will be struggling under the agony of that much unfinished work. Little Bro, isn"t it unfair? Don"t you want to help us? Don"t you feel like persuading that inhuman beast called Wei Xiang to save us in our time of desperate need?"
Faced with this ridiculous Sentinel Huang blinking his tearful eyes pitifully at him, Qinghe really didn"t know what to say.
Having reached them by now, Wei Xiang rolled his eyes. ""Desperate need", my a.s.s. You created this problem, so you fix it. And yes, I am quite literally an inhuman beast, so my conscience shall remain free of burden as I and my little lover happily "cavort between the sheets", as you put it." Then turning to Qinghe, Wei Xiang showed a warm smile and said, "Come, love. Let"s go and enjoy ourselves and leave this useless idiot to go clean up his own mess."
Sentinel Huang clutched his chest dramatically as if his heart had been struck and staggered back a step. In a pleading voice, he called, "Little Bro…"
Qinghe had on a helpless and amused smile. Turning to Wei Xiang, he finally said, "Xiang, why don"t you help him out this time?"
Wei Xiang frowned, his expression turning sullen. "Love… Are you saying you don"t mind spending less time with me because of this stupid fellow officer of mine? It"s already been a few days since we last had some time together alone, and…" Lifting a long lock of Qinghe"s hair, Wei Xiang rubbed it between his fingers as his gaze stayed fixed deep into his beloved"s eyes, "…Qinghe, I really missed you."
Qinghe felt his body responding to the heat and need in his lover"s eyes and licked his lips unconsciously. In a soft voice, he spoke, "Xiang, we can do both at the same time. If you agree to help out with that report, then I"ll clear my schedule for today and stay with you the whole time." Then stepping closer to his beloved and leaning up, Qinghe whispered into Wei Xiang"s ear, "In the meantime, you can do whatever you want to me. You can use me and toy with my body however you please while I"m in your office~"
Wei Xiang stiffened, and along with him, a certain lower body part of his also began to stiffen as if wanting to stand at attention. As this sign of his lover"s interest poked his belly, Qinghe showed a pleased expression.
"Alright," Wei Xiang finally agreed. Then wrapping his arms to pull Qinghe closer, he warned huskily, "But love, I hope you won"t regret your words later when I make you beg and plead for more."
A shiver of excitement went through Qinghe"s body. He already couldn"t wait to be taken advantage of in all sorts of ways. He wondered just what sorts of interesting things his Xiang had planned for him.
Leaving a hand still hugging his little lover"s waist, Wei Xiang turned and started walking towards the black building again. Turning his head slightly, he casually instructed a wide-eyed Sentinel Huang, "You can come and collect the finished report within a few hours."
The Sentinel Huang who was forced to swallow lethal amounts of dog food just now looked at the couple"s retreating backs with a complicated expression. If they began doing it in Wei Xiang"s office, would they even separate enough to get to starting the report?
Maybe asking the help of such a pa.s.sionate pair of lovers wasn"t a good idea after all…
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Wei Xiang"s office was a wide rectangular room, the s.p.a.ce clean and neat. A row of small, square windows was situated high above on the wall opposite to the door. Just below the windows was a heavy desk. An inkstone, its accompanying inkstick, a couple of brushes, and loose sheaves of papers sat on one side of the desktop. Tall stacks of papers with neat rows of characters occupied the other side of the desk. The center part was left empty with enough room for two people to sit side by side and still have some s.p.a.ce left.
Placed against the walls on either side of the room were chests of drawers, cupboards, and bookshelves stuffed with scrolls and books. Odd-looking knickknacks were scattered on the top of the drawers, looking both decorative and curious. A single golden longsword seeming to be made with material resembling Wei Xiang"s strings hung vertically on the wall behind the desk. It was ornate to the point of seeming unusable and looked very heavy, but it nonetheless shone with an oppressive and majestic brilliance.
But Qinghe was unable to appreciate any of this.
The second the couple stepped into the office, Qinghe wasn"t even given the chance to take a look around before Wei Xiang shut the door and swiftly pressed him against it. He pinned Qinghe"s wrists overhead against the door with one hand while the other cupped one of his beloved"s b.u.t.tocks, kneading it steadily.
His body beginning to soften, Qinghe blinked confusedly. Were they beginning already?
Wei Xiang bent to nip his tempting little lover"s earlobe and spoke, "Qinghe, since you gave me permission to do whatever I want with you, let"s make this into roleplay."
Feeling his Xiang"s warm voice filling his ear and whispering enticingly, Qinghe gave out a shuddering breath and nodded jerkily. "O-Okay."
"Hmm, good," Wei Xiang said with a smile. "Then I"ll be the diligently working Sentinel that I am while you can be my personal a.s.sistant who"ll devote his body to me wholeheartedly, letting me use it for my convenience, be it to help me with my work, accept the outpouring of my l.u.s.t, or as a piece of furniture."
Qinghe turned red, his lips parting as he lightly panted. If anyone else said such things to him, he"d feel offended at being treated like an object. But he knew without a doubt that every word his Xiang said was deliberate and meant to get him in the mood, and as Qinghe felt himself hardening, he knew that it was working quite well too.
Before he could get back his bearings, Wei Xiang"s hand on his b.u.t.t slowly slipped between his cheeks, those strong fingers rubbing over his entrance through the layers of clothes. "As your employer, I"ll thoroughly make use of this." Then his hand dipping further between his legs to cup his b.a.l.l.s and the base of his member from the back, he continued, "And I"ll also get to play with this however I want."
Qinghe moaned, then bit his lip. His hands held above in Wei Xiang"s grip clenched in reaction as his lover brought his fingers to the front, sliding over Qinghe"s clothed stomach and abdomen, over to his chest. After unerringly finding the two little buds even under all those layers of clothes, those familiar fingers began to caress and stimulate one nub, then the other point, sending out sparks of pleasure.
Qinghe shuddered, his chest instinctively pushing forward. "X-Xiang!"
Wei Xiang"s voice was low and smooth, "I"ll make good use of even these. All of you will be utilized to motivate me to finish that report." His lips stretching into a wicked smile, Wei Xiang continued, "How do you feel knowing that you"ll be very intimately helping a Sentinel of the Order complete his work, love? Having to listen to everything I say and submitting yourself to me to toy with as I wish…" His tongued extending to trace the edge of Qinghe"s ear, he murmured, "Do you feel indignant? Ashamed? Or…do you feel aroused?"
Qinghe"s chest heaved with deep breaths, his eyes glazed with want. Not giving him a chance to answer, Wei Xiang"s hand slid down and squeezed the bulge between his beloved"s legs, making Qinghe let out a choked gasp.
"Hmm, definitely aroused," Wei Xiang observed amusedly.
Being played with to this extent, Qinghe felt hot and flushed, his body suffused with throbbing need. "Xiang…" he called, his voice soft and pleading.
Deciding that he"d teased him enough, Wei Xiang let his little lover go and stepped back. Using his strings to quickly close all windows in the office, Wei Xiang said, "It"s time to start working, my adorable little a.s.sistant. I think you should start by removing all your clothes first."
For a minute, Qinghe could only stay leaning against the door while panting with flushed cheeks. Then collecting himself, he unsteadily stood straight and looked up at his lover"s deep gaze before nodding shyly in response. Lifting his hands, Qinghe began slowly undoing his clothes as instructed. His belly fluttered with need and excitement.
That first time they"d tried roleplay in the Sentinels" underground prison, Wei Xiang had been very careful and gentle despite his role. It had rea.s.sured Qinghe in those unfamiliar circ.u.mstances and made him more comfortable with the idea of roleplay itself. But a few more nights of roleplay later, Qinghe found that he wanted his Xiang to be stricter with him while playing these kinds of roles, and Wei Xiang also slowly let his true personality in this aspect shine through. His words always made Qinghe blush with embarra.s.sment while he moaned in need. His lover"s firm touches always made him writhe uncontrollably. And the feeling of absolute trust Qinghe felt with his Xiang always made him come undone willingly.
As Wei Xiang behaved with increasing wickedness while ruthlessly playing with his body, Qinghe began loving this sort of roleplaying more and more. And knowing that no matter what was being done to him, no matter how embarra.s.sed he himself felt, Qinghe knew that his Xiang would never disrespect or humiliate him. Even as he asked Qinghe to do things that had him blushing and stumbling with bashfulness, Wei Xiang"s eyes would always contain affection, his touches always careful. His teasing words would never grow hurtful or demeaning.
Of course, there were times Qinghe would grow uncertain and want Wei Xiang to show his affection even while his lover was roleplaying as someone harsh. But Wei Xiang always seemed to sense his beloved"s hesitation and would wordlessly rea.s.sure him before resuming. Slowly, Qinghe also understood that no matter what roles his lover played, his Xiang was always his Xiang, someone who cared for him, respected him, and loved him with all his heart.
While Qinghe was pondering all this, his hands kept moving, removing his belt, robes, hair stick, shoes, and pants. At the side, Wei Xiang simply drank in the sight of his little lover slowly baring his body for him, his beloved"s fair cheeks flushed while his eyes gleamed with a shy kind of need.
Once Qinghe was completely naked, he looked at Wei Xiang as if asking him for further instructions.
The edges of his lips curling up in a strange smile, Wei Xiang said, "Now, I want my little a.s.sistant to grind me some ink so that I can start working."
Qinghe blinked, a hint of hesitation on his face. Was that all? Was his Xiang not going to do anything to him? But pushing aside these thoughts, Qinghe obediently walked to the desk situated opposite to the door and bent to begin grinding the ink. His concentration soon became occupied with the task even as his mind kept racing with expectations of what might come.
Meanwhile, Wei Xiang let his eyes rove over his beloved"s delectable body for a minute before turning and heading towards one of the chests of drawers. Pulling out the second drawer from the top, Wei Xiang surveyed his carefully arranged ink brush collection with gleaming eyes. Choosing one of the brushes, he lifted it up and studied it. Snowy white rabbit hair was used for the medium-sized brush while the slender handle was carved out of bone. The handle was the width of a finger, and it bulged into a round shape once near the head of the brush and twice near the end, with the second bulge tapering off into a blunt tip.
If he remembered right, this brush had been a gift from a few cheeky Sentinels, including his senior brother Kong Min, after a certain incident a while ago. It was unlike the traditional ink brushes, and the officer who carved it had been heavily influenced by the culture of a certain island country near the north of the continent. This brush had never been used till now, and was clean and meticulously maintained.
His eyes growing half-lidded as he thought of what he wanted to do with this brush, Wei Xiang nodded to himself with a pleased look.
At the table, Qinghe was seriously engrossed with grinding the cylindrical inkstick on the slanted surface of the inkstone, rubbing out ink powder and letting them slide down to the water pooled on one side of the inkstone, dissolving within. Since his Xiang wanted him to prepare the ink, he was determined to grind enough to turn the water a nice, deep black.
As he was thus dutifully working, Qinghe suddenly became aware of Wei Xiang striding towards him. His heart fluttered. What did his Xiang want to do?
After reaching him, Wei Xiang lifted an ivory-colored ink brush and pressed its end to his lips. Qinghe stopped what he was doing and looked at his beloved with bafflement. In a low voice, Wei Xiang explained, "Open your mouth and lick the handle thoroughly. The more you lubricate it, the easier it"ll be for you later."
Qinghe"s eyes widened as he realized what he meant, his face flushing with pink. "B-But Xiang… I…"
Wei Xiang smiled. "I know. You don"t like taking inanimate objects into you. You only want me to touch you that way."
Qinghe coughed and lowered his head, then nodded. "Yes, s-so…"
His smile widening, Wei Xiang asked, "But love, would that apply even if I said that this brush was once a part of me?"
Qinghe looked up with surprise. A part of him?! The only thing in the brush that could be a part of his lover was…
Wei Xiang chuckled. "Once, during a case, one of my arms ended up getting torn off due to an accident while I was in my wyvern form. It grew back within a week, so it wasn"t much of an issue. Kong Min and the other officers who had been with me at that time kept that arm and extracted the bone before one of them carved it to make a pair of brush handles. One of those handles carved out of my bone was used for this ink brush. The other one I gave to Master. So technically, though this brush is an inanimate object, it was also a part of me. So will you accept it into you?"
Qinghe hesitated, considering for a few moments. He didn"t feel any aversion to the thought of it entering him, so he slowly nodded in acceptance.
His eyes shining happily, Wei Xiang rubbed the tip gently against his little lover"s upper lip and said in a deep voice, "Good. Then open your mouth and wet it properly."
His eyelids lowered over his eyes as Qinghe obediently parted his lips and clamped the end between them. His red tongue peeked out, carefully sweeping over the tip of the brush handle and wetting it thoroughly. Opening his lips further, Qinghe leaned forward to take in more of the brush into his mouth, suckling it and using his tongue to coat it with as much saliva as he could. Then moving back, he turned his head and carefully licked the rest of the handle that he hadn"t been able to fit into his mouth as well.
Judging that it had been lubricated enough, Wei Xiang pulled the brush away from Qinghe"s mouth and moved to stand behind his beloved. Qinghe tried to straighten and look back, but Wei Xiang halted his movements with a palm on Qinghe"s back. "As a devoted a.s.sistant, shouldn"t you continue grinding ink for me? Keep doing it until I ask you to stop."
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Qinghe paused, then once again bent to keep moving the inkstick even as his heart beat faster with antic.i.p.ation. As he"d expected, Qinghe felt Wei Xiang using the fingers of a hand to part his b.u.t.tocks before the tapering end of the brush handle was pressed against his entrance. Qinghe"s fingers trembled, but he tightened his grip on the inkstick and continued grinding it on the inkstone.
The brush poised at his opening slowly pushed in, the first round bulge at the handle"s end stretching the edges of his entrance as it slid in. Qinghe took in a shuddering breath, his body instinctively bending forward to accept that straight handle into him. He could feel his pa.s.sage being forced open by that round end as the hard bone of the handle rubbed against his soft inner walls. As Qinghe kept his hand moving, the first bulge entered him fully, the second one slowly pushing into him.
Qinghe took deep breaths, his hand with the inkstick slowing as he labored to contain his arousal.
Meanwhile, the handle unrelentingly kept sliding into him, its tip pushing open his tight inner ring of muscles and going in further. Gradually, the second bulge also finished entering him. For a while after that, all Qinghe could feel was the narrower middle of the handle with the width of a finger slipping into him smoothly even as the two round bulges at the tip made their way deeper into him. Then he felt the press of another round bulge against the edges of his opening as it slowly stretched his entrance. By the time it fully slipped into him, leaving only the brush made of white rabbit hair showing outside, Qinghe had to stop grinding ink and stabilize himself on the desk as he panted hard.
Now that the brush handle was completely seated inside his beloved, Wei Xiang slid his hand up to smooth Qinghe"s over spine. "Having my dear little a.s.sistant warm my brush for me like this would certainly motivate me to write reports more."
Qinghe bit his lower lip to swallow down his grievances at this sort of reasoning while his pa.s.sage kept clenching and unclenching over the brush handle inside him. He wanted it to move and give him pleasure through friction, but it simply remained lodged inside him un.o.bligingly.
Sensing his agitation, Wei Xiang smirked and began circling his fingertip around the brush and over Qinghe"s opening. "If my little a.s.sistant keeps working diligently, then I will naturally reward him well."
Understanding what he meant, Qinghe let out a deep breath and lifted the inkstick again. As he slowly began moving the inkstick over the inkstone, Wei Xiang also started pulling out and pushing in the brush handle over and over again in a steady rhythm. Qinghe shuddered and let out a soft moan, but kept his hand moving. As if in reward, Wei Xiang rotated the brush, twisting it inside Qinghe before increasing the tempo of its movements.
"Ahhh…" Qinghe groaned and panted, his body beginning to tremble. He had to focus on locking his softening knees so that they wouldn"t buckle. His body bent lower as he leaned an elbow on the desk for support. His fingers shook, the motions of the inkstick growing unsteady over the inkstone.
"Oh? Is it becoming difficult to work now?" Wei Xiang spoke amusedly, then stopped thrusting the brush.
Qinghe stilled and bowed his head, trying to recover his breath. Strands of his long hair slid down and brushed over his arms. His pa.s.sage felt full with the handle again. But before Qinghe could ask for more, he felt Wei Xiang"s fingers ma.s.saging around his entrance as if coaxing before those fingertips firmly pushed into the hollow right above the stretched opening. Qinghe felt his entrance suddenly relax and loosen, the handle lodged inside him beginning to slip out.
Panicking, he quickly tightened his inner muscles, but once it was on its way out, the smooth handle wasn"t that easy to stop. Despite his efforts, Qinghe could feel the bone handle slipping out of him steadily until only the bulges at the end remained inside him. And then he suddenly felt Wei Xiang take ahold of the brush and thrust it completely in with one smooth motion.
Qinghe jerked and cried out, "Ah!"
Wei Xiang"s fingers began ma.s.saging around Qinghe"s entrance again as he said, "What is it, my little a.s.sistant? Why did you stop again? Is this distracting you? Should I pull it out completely?"
But Qinghe was unable to answer as he let out choked gasps. Due to Wei Xiang"s ministrations, the handle once more slipped out, and then it was thrust in again in a quick and pitiless motion. Then Wei Xiang"s fingers once more began playfully ma.s.saging around the brush in his opening…
Qinghe"s hands turned to fists, his voice hoa.r.s.e with need as he called out pleadingly, "X-Xiang…"
Wei Xiang chuckled. "It seems it really is very distracting. I"ll remove it then. The ink seems properly prepared as well, so you need not continue with that. Now that the ink is ready and my brush suitably warmed, I"ll need your help with writing the report next."
Qinghe swallowed down his complaints and nodded. Whatever his beloved had planned for him would probably arouse him even more, so he shouldn"t refuse. And on top of that…he was also looking forward to being played with by his Xiang further.
Wei Xiang slowly pulled out the brush from within Qinghe and held it in his hand. The warmth of his beloved had soaked into the bone handle, making Wei Xiang indeed look forward to writing with it. Walking behind the desk, rather than sitting on the chair, Wei Xiang pushed it away and motioned to Qinghe. "Come here, my adorable little a.s.sistant, and lie down on the desk for me, won"t you? I think there should be enough s.p.a.ce."
Qinghe blinked uncomprehendingly, then shrugged and walked to stand between his lover and the desk. Then sitting on the desktop, Qinghe slowly leaned back until he was lying on the wooden surface, his legs hanging over the edge. Repressing a shiver as he felt the cold of the wood sinking past the layer of his spread hair and into his naked back, Qinghe asked, "I-Is this okay?"
Wei Xiang smiled and nodded. "Yes, this is perfect."
Then, to Qinghe"s surprise, Wei Xiang began removing his belt, his lapels parting, before he pushed down his pants.
As Qinghe curiously watched, wondering what his lover was planning, Wei Xiang reached down to pull up Qinghe"s legs and wrapped them around his waist. Qinghe cooperatively tightened his legs to let them remain in that position. Retrieving a bottle of oil, Wei Xiang then began slicking up his fingers and member, clearly preparing to enter his beloved.
Qinghe shifted uncertainly. "Xiang? Are we going to do it now itself?" He"d hoped his lover would play with him a bit more.
But Wei Xiang simply smiled with a hint of antic.i.p.ation. "Let"s have a test of endurance to see which of us lasts longer. Also, letting such an important part of my body be warmed inside my beautiful little a.s.sistant will naturally make me feel better while I work."
"…" Qinghe could only speechlessly wonder where his beloved was getting these sorts of strange reasons from to use as excuses.
By now, Wei Xiang had finished coating everything in oil, so he promptly began pushing his fingers inside his little lover"s entrance, ponderously preparing him. Qinghe arched back and twisted on the desk, his fingertips turning white as they pressed on the tabletop. His heels dug into Wei Xiang"s back as he tried to deal with the sensation of his lover"s strong digits thrusting inside his pa.s.sage, rubbing against the sensitive tissue and slowly widening his tight inner walls. Wei Xiang steadily increased the number of fingers inside his beloved until he felt that Qinghe was ready.
Qinghe felt the slickened digits withdrawing from within him and immediately felt excitement clamping his stomach. He already knew what would come next. And sure enough, the blunt tip of his Xiang"s member pressed against his entrance before slowly pushing in. The hard length dragged over the walls of his pa.s.sage, the delicious friction sending a wave of molten pleasure spreading through his body. Qinghe shifted restlessly on the desk, a long and low moan drawn out of him. His body felt loose and hot as his channel welcomed the thick and familiar length forcing apart the tight inner walls and sliding inside.
Wei Xiang"s face was flushed with desire, his eyes glinting brightly. But even though he wanted nothing more than to drive in deep and hard, thrusting his hips in a mad and hectic rhythm, he forced himself to go slowly until his member was completely seated inside his little lover. He wanted to know that he could still control himself. He had to prove it to himself that no matter how desperately he wanted to give in to the insistent temptation of mindless pleasure, he could still maintain his self-restraint and deny his own l.u.s.t.
Pushing aside these thoughts, Wei Xiang let out a deep breath. The liquid heat and supple softness wrapped around his shaft throbbing with need was indeed too tempting. But he was determined to ignore it for now. Lifting a blank sheet of paper from the side, he settled it on Qinghe"s heaving chest and abdomen. Then dipping the tip of the recently warmed brush into the prepared ink, he began writing on the paper.
Lying on the desk, Qinghe tried hard to control his breaths and make his chest stay still. He could feel his Xiang"s thick and hard member filling his pa.s.sage while lodged deep inside him. But even though he really, really wanted his lover to start moving, he forced down his own l.u.s.t, not willing to be the first one to admit defeat and beg for more. And since Wei Xiang had finally started on that report, even though their current positioning was beyond weird, Qinghe still wanted to encourage his lover to work.
And so, Qinghe tried to stay still, not writhing or twisting his body to vent his need as he wanted to. Due to the paper placed directly on his skin, he could feel the steady strokes of the brush as Wei Xiang wrote, along with the trail of wetness the ink left in the brush"s wake. It felt like his skin was being caressed ever so gently by the brush"s thin tip through the paper.
Suppressing his need to shift restlessly, Qinghe lifted his gaze to look at his beloved. Wei Xiang"s face was still flushed due to arousal, but his expression was calm and intent as he concentrated on writing the report. His gaze as it was fixed on the paper was deep and seemed filled with countess thoughts while he contemplated on his work. With the brush poised vertically, he kept his hand moving constantly except for pausing every now and then to collect his thoughts. He never seemed to make any mistakes, the characters flowing across the papers in a steady rhythm. He didn"t at all look like someone who was currently buried to the hilt inside his beloved"s body.
Just seeing his lover immersed in work like this was enough for Qinghe"s need to ratchet up a couple of levels more. He wanted his Xiang to take him while wearing that same focused expression, his eyes looking at him with just as much piercing intensity. It was all he could do to stop himself from squeezing his pa.s.sage around Wei Xiang"s member to entice him to start pumping into him.
Meanwhile, Wei Xiang finished the first page of the report and put it aside to dry, then lifted another sheet of paper to place on his beloved"s chest. But this time, a corner of the paper ended up covering one of Qinghe"s sensitive buds. Though Qinghe didn"t pay any attention to it a first, as his lover began writing and the wet tip of the brush pa.s.sed over the section of the paper directly above the little point, Qinghe felt a current of heat unexpectedly spreading from the stimulated nub. Parting his lips, he panted, trying not to move. However, due to the stimulation, the bud slowly stiffened and rose up as if to ask for more attention, pushing up the paper and making its presence clearly known.
Seeing this, Wei Xiang paused and raised an eyebrow in amus.e.m.e.nt, but didn"t say anything. However, from then onwards, every new paper ended up being placed on one little point or the other on purpose before being relentlessly taunted by the brush as it wrote over it. Wanting to tease his little lover like this more and more, Wei Xiang also focused on finishing each paper faster so that he"d quickly get another chance to slide his brush over those sensitive points on his beloved"s chest, covered with nothing but a thin sheet of paper.
This new type of torment had Qinghe biting his lip as he struggled to endure it. He couldn"t move lest he disturbed Wei Xiang as he wrote, but he also didn"t want to give in and beg for more. His hands fisted tightly as he gasped and panted helplessly, feeling like he had no choice but to let himself be played with by his wily lover. Every stroke of that brush and every character Wei Xiang wrote on the paper atop him only increased Qinghe"s desperate need, his body burning hotter and hotter. The presence of the long and thick member buried inside his body added to this yearning for more. And unlike Wei Xiang with his report, Qinghe didn"t even have anything to distract him from this growing fire within him
And so, in the end, Qinghe ended up being the first one to give in after all.
"X-Xiang! Please…please, touch me…" he called out in a pitiful voice full of need.
Wei Xiang paused writing, a tender smile claiming his lips. He"d already finished writing several papers in quick succession, so he decided he"d teased his little lover enough and finally put aside the brush and paper. "It looks like my little a.s.sistant needs a break. What would you like to do now, love?"
Qinghe frowned frustratedly. Then squeezing his channel tightly around his beloved"s thick shaft inside him and drawing a startled hiss from Wei Xiang, Qinghe growled in answer, "I"d like to be f.u.c.ked, thank you very much."
Wei Xiang burst out laughing, his voice deep and husky, then bent to place a small kiss to his Qinghe"s nose. "Very well then, this employer of yours shall dutifully f.u.c.k you as requested."
Qinghe"s cheeks flushed as he twisted. "Hurry, hurry, hurry…"
Chuckling, Wei Xiang relented, "Alright, then. Let"s start."
With that, Wei Xiang pulled Qinghe"s hips closer, then drew himself out before languorously sinking back in again. Qinghe gasped and relaxed back, letting himself drown in the sensations of his lover"s member slowly, sensually tormenting his slickened pa.s.sage. The feeling of that hard length descending deep into his gut before once again being pulled out almost completely, only to slide back into him lazily was almost too much to handle. Soft waves of pleasure pulsed through him, gaining in intensity as Wei Xiang gradually increased the tempo of his movements.
Qinghe tightened his legs around his lover"s waist, his hips lifting up to receive the powerful thrusts as he continuously moaned, "…Ahh…X-Xiang, deeper…yes…mn…go faster…faster…ah-aahhh…"
Wei Xiang raised the speed of the strokes, his hips plunging in and out of that tight channel with vigor. His hands glided up from Qinghe"s hips to press and drag over his little lover"s sweaty skin, firmly tracing his sides, abdomen, stomach, chest, and shoulders with those slightly rough palms. Qinghe"s chest heaved with deep breaths, his eyes wide open and glazed with l.u.s.t. Hoa.r.s.e groans and whimpers kept spilling unceasingly from his parted lips as his body writhed.
The slap of flesh slamming against flesh increased in frequency as the pair of lovers felt their need soaring impossibly higher, their desperation to reach the peak deepening further. Intense heat flowed through them, filling every line and crevice of their bodies and urging them on and on, to connect deeper and harder, to move faster and faster, until they stood on the very brink of o.r.g.a.s.m.
Qinghe"s straining neck arched back as he squeezed his pa.s.sage, tightly gripping his lover"s shaft in an attempt to push him over the edge. Wei Xiang let out a rumbling growl, his body bending to lie over his beloved"s as he stiffened with his climax. Relentless waves of ecstasy poured through him in blistering streams as his shaft released thick liquid into Qinghe"s soft and slickened channel.
The feeling of his Xiang"s burning hot fluid filling him up and drenching all the folds and creases in his inner walls drew out Qinghe"s own o.r.g.a.s.m. Wrapping his arms tightly around Wei Xiang, Qinghe shuddered and cried out, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as he tried to tide through the overwhelming pleasure blasting through him in a torrent. Slippery fluid spurted out of his twitching member, coating both of their bellies and abdomens as they held each other tightly.
A few moments later, the strong currents washing through them slowly receded, leaving warmth and bliss in its wake. Qinghe and Wei Xiang slowly let themselves relax, panting to regain their breath as they luxuriated in the feel of their beloved"s body pressed against theirs.
After a few minutes spent to recover, the pair of lovers reluctantly separated. Wei Xiang wordlessly went to prepare a tub of hot water and placed it at the side, then carried Qinghe over and eased him into it.
Qinghe sighed happily. The water felt so good against his sweaty skin. Turning so that he could get on his knees in the tub, Qinghe lifted up his backside in a silent demand. With a chuckle, Wei Xiang held Qinghe"s hip with a hand while the fingers of his other hand slowly pressed into his little lover"s entrance.
Feeling his own release so thoroughly coating his beloved"s pa.s.sage always gave Wei Xiang an immense sense of satisfaction. It was the sign that of all the people in the world, it was he that his Qinghe allowed to enter is body, and it was only he who was loved enough to be permitted this much intimacy with him. Who else would his beloved trust enough to show such vulnerable and helpless aspects of him? To whom else would he expose his body and his weaknesses to such a degree? Who else would his little lover feel comfortable enough with to actually accept defeat and ask for more? And each of these things was something Wei Xiang treasured immensely, and he was determined to never let his beloved down.
As Wei Xiang thus smiled contentedly while drawing out the translucent white liquid out from the depths of Qinghe"s body, Qinghe relaxed with his hands folded on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He loved feeling how careful and gentle his Xiang could be as he cleaned him thoroughly. The feel of his lover"s long fingers inside him, moving and working to pull out the thick liquid within him, inevitably stimulated Qinghe. But it also had a comfortable sense of familiarity by now after all the times they"d gone through this same routine. His body felt loose and languid, and he was willing and pliant in his Xiang"s hands, prepared to allow his beloved to do anything he wanted with him next as they continued playing their game of roleplay in their own way.
After the pair finished washing up, Wei Xiang forewent his uniform to just pull on a loose black inner robe while Qinghe remained naked. Wei Xiang sat down on a chair by the desk to finish the rest of the report. But before continuing, he looked up and smiled at his little lover, beckoning him with a finger as he said, "Since I"m going to work hard, shouldn"t my little a.s.sistant come here and show his support?"
Qinghe walked gracefully towards Wei Xiang and asked with antic.i.p.ation, "Then how would you like me to show you support?"
Wei Xiang patted his lap. "Nothing much, just sit here and let me feel your body against mine. The thought of doing you again will definitely spur me on to finish my report faster."
"…" Qinghe was almost getting used to these silly excuses by now.
Shaking his head amusedly, Qinghe went to sit sideways on his lover"s lap, then lifted his legs to agilely insert them through the narrow gap under the armrest so that they could dangle freely on the other side of the chair. Leaning to the side on Wei Xiang"s chest and resting his head on his beloved"s shoulder, Qinghe snuggled into his Xiang"s warmth happily. "Is this okay? Will this hinder your writing?"
Wei Xiang curled an arm around Qinghe"s waist and shook his head. "I"ll just be looking through certain doc.u.ments to get some relevant information before writing the next part of the report."
"Mm, okay then," Qinghe said, his cheek rubbing into Wei Xiang"s shoulder.
And so, Wei Xiang began reading through a certain stack of papers from the right side of the desk, his expression calm and relaxed. The soft rustle of papers sounded as Wei Xiang went through them one by one rapidly. As his concentration was occupied by that, his hand absentminded kneaded Qinghe"s waist, the motions slow and ponderous. Qinghe closed his eyes and let out a breath. Though he could feel his desire being stirred awake again, his lover truly was immersed in his work, so he didn"t want to disturb him for this. As a result, Qinghe decided to silently bear the sensation of his Xiang"s hand taking liberties with his waist, gradually awakening his just-sated need.
But it seemed that Wei Xiang"s hand wasn"t content with just that. It slowly slid down, ma.s.saging Qinghe b.u.t.tocks, slowly nearing a certain freshly cleaned part. The tip of a finger dipped between the round mounds, brushing over Qinghe"s entrance. Qinghe felt his face heating as he suppressed a soft gasp. His body leaned further into an oblivious Wei Xiang, his hip instinctively tilting up to expose more of his opening. Taking the invitation, Wei Xiang"s finger leisurely wandered in, pushing into the tight and soft heat of Qinghe"s body.
Qinghe"s hands clenched on Wei Xiang"s clothes, his lips parting as his breathing deepened. He felt that familiar finger slowly inserting itself up into his pa.s.sage, pressing in deeper and deeper. Once it was as far in as it could go, that rough fingertip unhurriedly rubbed circles into the sensitive walls of Qinghe"s channel, carefully, steadily, and in a measured rhythm. Qinghe bit his lower lip, swallowing down a heated moan. It seemed that his lover was so skilled that even a single finger of his could arouse him this much without even being under his conscious control!
Meanwhile, that strong finger stopped rubbing circles and began slowly rotating inside him. Qinghe squeezed his eyes tighter and buried his face deeper into Wei Xiang"s shoulder. Ahh, what was he even supposed to do with such a blissful sort of torment? Should he bring it to his Xiang"s notice? But he really didn"t want it to stop…
And the finger didn"t seem like it was about to stop either. As it slightly glanced over a certain spot, Qinghe had to suppress a shudder with all his might. As if recognizing that it had discovered his pleasure point, the fingertip circled and teased around the sensitive spot, but didn"t touch it directly. Qinghe"s body tightened, his teeth gritted as he tried his best to not begin screaming and thrashing. Even his Xiang"s finger was so mean, bullying him like this!
Pleasure languidly bubbled up inside Qinghe, fanned slowly into a silently burning flame that was as intense as it was noiseless. The more that finger teased around his pleasure point, the more desperate Qinghe grew, and the more his need built. His toes curled and trembled slightly. He was steadily being pushed to the limit of his endurance, his mind desperately scrabbling to keep ahold of itself. As tolerant as Qinghe was against pain, it seemed he was just as weak against pleasure.
At last, Qinghe"s self-control finally broke under the constant a.s.sault of stimulation. His entire body flushed as it melted into Wei Xiang"s hard one. A long, pleading moan broke out of Qinghe"s throat, sounding rough and helpless.
The unexpected sound by his ear suddenly brought Wei Xiang out of his work. The tight warmth wrapping around his finger startled him. Just how long had he kept his finger inside his beloved like this? Seeing Qinghe"s face twisted with unbearable pleasure and the frustration of being unable to reach the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m, Wei Xiang guessed that it must have been quite a while.
"Qinghe, love?" Wei Xiang called worriedly and made to pull out his finger. But Qinghe tightened his inner muscles as if not wanting it to withdraw, so Wei Xiang decided to leave it there for now.
In a husky voice, Qinghe begged, "Xiang, please, touch me there…give me more… I need you to…"
Wei Xiang"s eyes grew heated as he bent forward to press a soft kiss to Qinghe"s cheek. "Yes, yes, I will. Come now, straddle my thighs so that I can reach inside you better."
Qinghe trembled with unfulfilled need, but he obediently pulled up his legs and let himself be positioned with his knees on the edges of the chair"s wide seat, placed on either side of Wei Xiang"s thighs. His front facing Wei Xiang"s, Qinghe bent down to hug his lover tightly and felt one of Wei Xiang"s palms brushing up and down his back soothingly. The finger of the other hand that was already inside him gained a companion, and the two fingers began slowly moving in and out, stroking over his sensitized inner walls.
Meanwhile, Wei Xiang"s palm moved up to cup the back of his beloved"s head, pulling it down before pressed his lips to his little lover"s soft ones. Qinghe eagerly opened his mouth, welcoming Wei Xiang"s tongue before beginning to lick and suckle it. Wei Xiang extended his tongue deeper into his beloved"s soft mouth, delving into that wet heat and indulging himself. His fingers began moving faster and faster inside Qinghe"s pa.s.sage, rubbing with strong strokes over his pleasure point.
Qinghe gasped and shuddered at the sudden burst of stimulation, his hips jerking. As a result, he felt the underside of his shaft rubbing against his Xiang"s cloth-covered thigh and groaned helplessly. His hips moved as if on their own, seeking pleasure through friction as his member rubbed over his lover"s firm and muscled thigh. Wei Xing let Qinghe take his pleasure from him in that way as his fingers pressed with increasing firmness while dragging over that sensitive spot inside his beloved"s warm and soft pa.s.sage.
Leaning back from the kiss due to a lack of air, Qinghe sobbed and pressed his flushed cheek into the crook of Wei Xiang"s neck, his shoulders hunching. His hips kept moving faster and faster, the friction on the underside of his member pushing him closer to the edge. The strong fingers also slammed into his pa.s.sage harder and harder, unrelentingly pushing on his sweet pleasure point again and again.
Suddenly, Qinghe felt the rough fingertips curling inwards, digging into his sensitive spot and sending him screaming into an o.r.g.a.s.m. Raw ecstasy ripped through him in one brutal wave, wringing his member dry as it shot out another stream of hot liquid to cover Wei Xiang"s thigh and waist. Wei Xiang kept his fingers moving within his beloved"s channel to draw out his climax even as he gently rubbed a hand over Qinghe"s arched back.
As the ruthless tides of pleasure slowly ebbed, Qinghe"s body lost strength and slumped into Wei Xiang"s embrace. Qinghe panted and whimpered, snuggling into his lover"s arms and trying to recover his breath. Wei Xiang pressed a kiss to the top of his head and removed his fingers from within Qinghe while continuing to rub his back rea.s.suringly.
After he managed to gather himself, his usual calm returning, Qinghe slowly straightened and rubbed his cheeks with the back of a hand. Wei Xiang smiled at the adorable gesture he mostly only saw his beloved make when he was drunk. Taking out a cloth already dampened with cold water from his storage s.p.a.ce, Wei Xiang carefully cleaned Qinghe"s release from his little lover"s body and his own black robe. But the stain seemed like it would be difficult to remove from the robe.
Also realizing this, Qinghe got off from Wei Xiang lap and stood before the chair, then extended his hands to undo his beloved"s robe. "Since it"s stained, you should just remove it," he said in a husky voice as he blinked at Wei Xiang with a charming smile.
Wei Xiang swallowed thickly. After bringing his beloved to climax, his own member had become hard and throbbing, so being shown such a smile certainly wasn"t helping him rein in his desire. But not showing it outside, Wei Xiang simply replied, "Oh? And aren"t you such a good a.s.sistant for helping me remove my stained clothes."
Qinghe cheerfully nodded. "Yes, I am."
After undoing his Xiang"s belt and pushing apart the lapels of the dark inner robe, Qinghe looked down at his lover"s stiffened shaft and observed, "Ah, it looks like a certain part is all roused and ready. Whatever shall we do?"
Wei Xiang chuffed out a laugh. His beloved was really too adorable. "As a responsible a.s.sistant, shouldn"t you take care of it so that I can return to writing that report?"
Qinghe smiled wider. "Well, if you say so, I have no other choice, now do I?" Then his gaze creeping towards his lover"s firm chest, Qinghe licked his lips and said, "But there"s something else I want to do first."
Bending his head, he quickly captured one of Wei Xiang"s brown buds into his mouth and sucked. Wei Xiang let out a low groan at the sudden feeling of his little lover"s hot mouth wrapped around that sensitive point. Qinghe lifted a hand to begin rubbing and pulling the other perky nub while his lips and tongue played with the one in his mouth.
Wei Xiang pressed his palm to the back of his beloved"s head as if to urge him on, and Qinghe obeyed by gently nipping, then sucking strongly on the small point. Wei Xiang let out a shuddering breath, his palm stroking Qinghe"s head as he murmured teasingly, "That"s right, my lovely little a.s.sistant. Suck it hard. If you do it hard enough, maybe you"ll even get some milk."
Qinghe burst into laughter and had to abruptly pull back. "X-Xiang!" he protested between gasps.
Even though his eyes gleamed with the heat of desire mixed with mischievousness, Wei Xiang showed an innocent smile. "What? I thought you loved milk."
Qinghe only laughed harder, his head bowing and resting on Wei Xiang. Slowly managing to pull himself together after a few moments, Qinghe shook his head. His Xiang was too ridiculous.
Leaning back and crouching down between Wei Xiang"s legs, Qinghe looked up and batted his eyelashes with an impish smile, "Yes, I really do love milk. And I especially love a certain type of milk that only comes out of here in special circ.u.mstances."
Wei Xiang"s expression grew heated. "Oh? Then why don"t you harvest some milk to drink? You can consider it payment for being such a good little a.s.sistant today."
Qinghe"s smile turned sultry as his hand reached for Wei Xiang"s member, his gaze already fixing on it as he nodded, "Yes, I"ll definitely wring out lots of tasty milk from it."
Wei Xiang cooperatively moved his hips to the edge of the seat to give access to his hard shaft. Qinghe slid his hand down the rigid length and slowly ma.s.saged its base before opening his lips and taking in the large head into the slick heat of his mouth. His slippery tongue curiously poked into the small slit before wrapping around the head and rubbing all over the sensitive tip. Wei Xiang groaned and let his head fall back on the backrest of the chair. His little lover"s mouth felt so soft and warm, the moist tissue wrapping around him so unbearably good. As Qinghe slowly slid the throbbing member deeper into his mouth, Wei Xiang had to grip the chair"s armrests, his fingers clenching tight.
Qinghe swallowed Wei Xiang"s shaft until it reached the back of his throat. With a frown, he tried to push it in deeper, uncaring of the discomfort or the pain. But Wei Xiang"s warm palm suddenly came down to rest on top of his head, gently pushing it back as he cautioned patiently in a hoa.r.s.e voice, "Love, no. You can"t take it in that deep. I don"t want you choking on it or tearing up your throat."
Qinghe paused. Since his Xiang said so, he obediently stopped trying to force the thick head down his throat, instead focusing on sucking the hot length in his mouth while his tongue rubbed the underside of the vein-corded member.
Wei Xiang retrieved his hand and gripped the armrest again, his breathing turning deep as increased l.u.s.t heated his bloodstream. He could feel his little lover"s throat contracting and releasing against the sensitive tip of his member. He could feel that slippery and flexible tongue teasing and exploring the length of his shaft. Those soft cheeks pressed against the sides as Qinghe sucked with his mouth. Slowly, Qinghe began moving, his lips sliding up and down the rigid and straining length, his tongue dragging over the underside as his teeth very lightly sc.r.a.ped over the surface. Wei Xiang shuddered and panted. These pleasurable sensations combining with the moist heat enfolding his member steadily pushed him towards the edge.
Qinghe gradually increased the rhythm, moving in time with Wei Xiang"s increasing urgency. He could feel his Xiang"s veins pressing into the soft tissue of his mouth. He could sense them throbbing harder and harder, so he increased the tempo of his mouth"s movements to keep up, sucking and pressing up his tongue to give his beloved"s thick organ as much friction as he could.
With satisfaction, Qinghe felt Wei Xiang"s thighs bulging with strain under his hands due to the ministrations of his mouth. Above him, his lover"s firm and muscled abdomen contracted and rippled restlessly while his arms stayed taut with tension. Wei Xiang clenched his jaw, his eyes squeezing closed and his head falling back to expose the straining cords of his neck. A thin sheen of sweat covered his flushed body, shining over that honey-tinted skin enticingly.
Qinghe murmured in pleasure at the sight of his tempting beloved. Feeling the light sound vibrating through his shaft, Wei Xiang groaned. As if taking this chance, his o.r.g.a.s.m exploded, sending out a deluge of pleasure through his nerve endings and washing his insides with boiling heat. His shaft pulsed in Qinghe"s mouth, thick streams of fluid erupting out. Qinghe eagerly swallowed the salty and bitter liquid suffused strongly with his Xiang"s unique flavor, trying not to spill even a drop. But a thin white line of fluid still ended up dripping down from the corner of his lips.
Wei Xiang"s climax seemed to extend on and on as his beloved expertly sucked and licked his member, squeezing out every drop he could give. The sensual torment only eased after Wei Xiang slumped down into the chair panting, his member wrung out with nothing left to give.
Qinghe let go of his Xiang"s softened member and leaned back with satisfaction, licking his lips. "Mm, I got a lot of milk this time, and I also took care of your little dragon. Aren"t I an excellent a.s.sistant?"
Wei Xiang opened his eyes and looked at his little lover"s smug expression, his gaze moving to the line of liquid extending down from the corner of those dusky pink lips. With a soft smile, he reached out and brushed away his release from Qinghe"s mouth and jaw. "Yes, you"re an excellent a.s.sistant. And I"m very, very lucky to have you."
Qinghe blushed, his eyelids trembling as he looked away bashfully. But not content to let it go, he turned his head to capture his Xiang"s thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean of the smear of release. Then tilting his chin up haughtily, he puffed out his chest and declared proudly, "Hmph! You"re only saying that because you"re awed by my skills and s.e.xual prowess!"
Wei Xiang struggled to suppress his chuckles. How could is little lover be so cute? Even as his eyes gleamed with laughter, Wei Xiang nodded solemnly. "Yes, you"re right. Your employer trembles in front of your s.e.xual might."
Qinghe nodded as if accepting his due. "As you should." Then standing up from his crouch, he said, "And now that we"re done with that, as your responsible a.s.sistant, it"s my duty to remind you to quickly get to writing that report again."
Wei Xiang smiled indulgently. "As my a.s.sistant commands then." His smile then turning into a smirk, he continued, "But I"ll need some motivation to help me with my work. How about my helpful little a.s.sistant lie down on the desk again and let me write on you?"
Qinghe puffed out his cheeks and shot a distrustful look at Wei Xiang. Turning his body away as if afraid that Wei Xiang would begin tormenting the little points on his chest with his gaze alone, he used his hands to shield the little buds that had been teased so much the last time. "I won"t let you bully me like that again!"
Wei Xiang felt the sudden need to pinch those fair cheeks and hug his adorable little lover. "Alright, alright, we don"t have to do it exactly like last time. How would you like to help me then?"
Qinghe tilted his head and thought for a moment before stepping towards the desk and bending over the edge, his front pressed to the tabletop. "How about this?"
Wei Xiang"s gaze wandered down to his beloved"s b.u.t.tocks presented to him so obliviously. Even though his need had just been sated, he still felt the urge to part those elastic mounds, revealing the puckered entrance in between and thrusting inside directly in one smooth motion. He wanted to feel his Qinghe"s tight inner walls clamp onto him, that soft, heated flesh wrapping him up and sucking him in, dragging over his sensitive member as he pushed in and out in quick strokes, his little lover squirming and writhing on his desk, his sweet voice desperate as he pleaded for more…
Halting his imagination as he felt his desire rearing its head again, Wei Xiang swallowed and looked away. "Hmm, I guess I can make do."
Not knowing of his poor lover"s struggles, Qinghe impatiently wriggled his b.u.t.t. "Then come and start writing again. Don"t slack off now!"
Wei Xiang"s lips parted as his deep gaze fixed on those temptingly round mounds. His mouth curling up into a slow, heated smile, he finally said, "Very well, then. But first, let me use my adorable a.s.sistant"s lovely little posterior to warm a certain important part of mine that"s grown to miss being inside you already."
Qinghe"s head shot up from where he"d been pressing his cheek on the desk. In a surprised voice, he asked, "Eh? You"ve gotten hard again so soon? How did that happen?"
"Hmm, I wonder how indeed," Wei Xiang murmured as he stepped towards his little lover, his hands reaching forward to carefully knead those warm cheeks before pulling them apart. His eyes fixed on the small pink entrance, Wei Xiang tilted his hip forward to press the head of his stiff shaft against it, slowly bearing forward to begin pushing it in.
Qinghe sighed softly and closed his eyes, resting his head back down on the desk and parting his legs to welcome his lover into him. Once Wei Xiang finished sheathing himself inside completely, they both let out a long breath in satisfaction. But rather than drawing out and slamming back in again as he expected, Qinghe felt a paper settle over his back.
In a low voice filled with both desire and wicked amus.e.m.e.nt, Wei Xiang spoke, "Since my little a.s.sistant has asked me to stop slacking off and start working again, how can I let myself indulge in the pleasures of flesh now? I can only endeavor to finish soon if I want to play with my lovely a.s.sistant"s body again. It"s indeed very motivating."
Qinghe let out a breathless chuckle at his lover"s weird reasoning again. It seemed that his Xiang was far from finished teasing him. He couldn"t wait to see what else his beloved had in store for him.
And so the couple spent their time happily indulging in both pleasure and productivity.
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A few hours later, after everything was completed, Wei Xiang opened the windows to let in some fresh air and let out the scent of s.e.x saturating the room. The couple dressed properly again in fresh clothes and finally stepped out of Wei Xiang"s office.
Outside, Sentinel Huang waited with a couple of junior officers who had also been a part of the case Wei Xiang had to write that report for. Seeing how Qinghe and Wei Xiang stepped out with faces as if they"d come fresh from their honeymoon, the three Sentinels felt their stomachs drop with apprehension. These two definitely looked like they did nothing but make love for the past few hours! They must have definitely forgotten about the report while merrily gamboling around the room naked!
But to their surprise, Wei Xiang handed a thick stack of papers to Sentinel Huang and said, "Here"s your report, and also a few other things. Since I did you a huge favor, I"ll trouble you to submit the doc.u.ments unrelated to the report to the appropriate sections."
Sentinel Huang dazedly took the offered stack of papers and looked through them. Not wanting to wait, Wei Xiang quickly began leading Qinghe away. But before they could get far, Sentinel Huang called out with shock, "Senior Officer Wei, how were you able to finish this much?! Many of these other doc.u.ments don"t even need to be addressed till three months later! As expected of the great Sentinel Wei and the famously efficient Little Bro! Together, you both can even finish this much work ahead of time!"
The other two junior Sentinels also looked at them with impressed gazes.
Hearing the implication in Sentinel Huang"s words, Qinghe stilled and slowly turned to his lover. "Xiang, you―"
Not daring to let his beloved continue, Wei Xiang pulled him along and swiftly walked away from his idiotic fellow officer with an unnecessarily big mouth. Who knew what all he"d give away next?
As they walked out of the black building holding the offices, Qinghe slowed down his strides, forcing Wei Xiang to also match his pace. Sighing, he turned his face away and said softly, "Xiang, if you wanted to play with me more, you didn"t have to extend our time in the office by sneakily doing more work after finishing your report. You could have just said you wanted to keep going and I would have agreed."
Wei Xiang raised an eyebrow. "It seems my little lover is growing bolder."
Qinghe playfully stuck out his tongue at him and said, "What makes you think I wouldn"t have agreed even if it was before? My lack of boldness was only because I didn"t know that much about s.e.xual matters. Now that I have gained more knowledge, I"m naturally confident in accepting whatever you want to do to me."
Chuckling affectionately, Wei Xiang wrapped an arm around Qinghe"s slender waist and pulled him closer. "Ah, yes, that"s true. I still remember how innocent and shyly curious you were in the beginning. I even had to teach you how to make love bites. Thinking about how far you"ve come now, I feel very pleased that I"ve corrupted you to this extent."
Qinghe blushed and coughed to dispel his embarra.s.sment. "W-Well, someone had to teach me little things like that."
Wei Xiang placed a small kiss on his little lover"s flushed cheek and murmured into the soft skin, "Yes, and I"m glad I was the one who had the privilege to teach you."
His eyelids lowering, Qinghe turned his head to press his lips to Wei Xiang"s jaw. "You are the first and last person I will ever need to learn things like that from."
Understanding what his beloved was implying, soft affection filled Wei Xiang"s chest, along with the slow heat of awakening need. His palm cupping Qinghe"s cheek, he gazed deep into his little lover"s eyes. "There"ll be no other for me as well," Wei Xiang solemnly promised.
Qinghe let out a shuddering breath, then closed his eyes and tilted his face up, his lips parting. Accepting the invitation, Wei Xiang slowly lowered his head, his lips covering his beloved"s. Warmth and contentment filled the s.p.a.ce around them as they slowly lost themselves in each other, hands holding their lover tight as their bodies pressed close, rubbing together sensually.
"Junior Brother! Little Bro! What are you both doing right in front of the esteemed Order"s headquarters?!" came Kong Min"s disgruntled shout from the building"s doorway, abruptly interrupting them. "I"ve had enough of seeing you both f.u.c.king each other with your eyes and mouths. Spare all of our poor eyes and at least go back to your house before you start f.u.c.king each other"s bodies too, you shameless pair of lovebirds!"
Qinghe and Wei Xiang parted before bursting out into laughter, their good mood undiminished. Despite how long they"d already spent together, their hunger for each other seemed to have only increased.
And so, quickly making their way back to the Feng residence, Qinghe and Wei Xiang decided to take Kong Min"s advice to start another round of pa.s.sionate lovemaking in their room.