<h4>Chapter 112</h4>


    NSFW content warning


    unedited


    Little Return Date woke up from its sleep at once, springing up on its feet to stick its head out and look around—it heard the sound of the door opening.


    —Daddies came back home. Its round eyes lit up with joy and it started meowing right away.


    The door indeed opened, but it was quite different from usual. It opened in a rush, the thick door hitting heavily against the wall behind, causing a dull noise.


    The two people came in at the same time, in a different than usual manner as well, their steps staggered—the moment they passed through the entrance, they were already at the wall by its side.


    One of them gasped rapidly for breath, his back against the wall as he tilted his head back to bite at the lips of the man before him. And this man pressed over, one hand in his hair as he kept his head in ce, head lowered in an almost forceful kiss while still hastily taking the keys out of the door lock with his other hand. As the door closed, his hand let go, the keys falling straight on the floor with a crisp jangle.


    Then it was bags off their shoulders, scarves... and finally their coats. It was them feeling those coats on the other, prying them off on each other, shedding it off their bodies and down the sleeves.


    “Meow?” Little Return Date watched, bewildered, its ws pawing indignantly from the edge of a box, its meowing fading out gradually.


    —Daddies are fighting? Little Return Date hung its head downhearted, dejected as it drilled back into its bed.


    —I’d better not ask for huggies then, daddies seem to be fighting really badly. Pulling the coats off each other, continuing with the clothes under... Even breathing seems hard for them...


    “Wu...” Qi Jing felt breathing bing hard for him. Just as he was about to suffocate, he finally brought himself to part for a while with the man before him, leaning against the wall for a few low pants.


    His eyes were still a bit swollen, the tears had yet to be wiped dry, but a faint redness in the corner of his eyes had a hint of passion to it. Seeing it, Shen Yan couldn’t help but lean over to kiss that ce. Qi Jing hummed faintly, lifting his head to where Shen Yan was kissing, searching his way up until his lips reced his eyes at meeting Shen Yan’s kisses, thenughed lightly, like a child who found candy in a cupboard corner. But the life of this smile was bound to be short, as it would soon get blurred in that kiss.


    The lights weren’t on in the room, and neither of the two in it had any ns to change that.


    Qi Jing had already reached his hand to the wall to feel around blindly, but before he could turn the lights on, it got caught midair by Shen Yan, who pressed it against the wall behind. Their fingers twisted together like intimate whispers of two people, and then, he alreadypletely forgot about the existence of the lights.


    Yet he didn’t forget to caress Shen Yan’s back with his other hand.


    He loved letting his hand wander slowly around Shen Yan’s figure, especially his back, broad and sturdy—whenever Shen Yan embraced him tightly in his arms, he could feel its muscles tensing. Those moments would make him strongly realise that this man treasured him... and longed for him.


    “I want to take a shower.” He said suddenly, his entirety an image of a feverous man, from his voice to his breathing.


    He supported his head on Shen Yan’s shoulder, burying his nose in this man’s broad cor, his lips half-consciously pressing against that vigorous pulse as he spoke.


    So fast—he thought in his heart.


    “Previously, it was always you helping me to undress before showering.” Qi Jing said in a low voice. He could smell Shen Yan’s scent on his shirt, and he could feel his warmth as he touched it, but neither of those could stir his heart, his passion as much as the man himself. “Now that my hand is better, can I... help you this time instead?”


    The partition outside the bathroom was very small. Even with the lights on, the light itself was very weak.


    The two of them almost didn’t watch their steps, relying only on their impression of the apartment to stumble all the way there. This time it was Shen Yan who found the wall switch in the dark, but as soon as the light was on, Qi Jing’s hands were already on his cor, pulling him back to himself for a silent kiss.


    Shen Yan was just about to hug him back and return this kiss, yet suddenly, Qi Jing pushed him rapidly against the wall, even biting his throat lightly with his teeth.


    Shen Yan leaned back subconsciously, one hand on the back of Qi Jing’s neck as he let him trace those half-bites, half-kisses all the way behind his ear, his pants low. Qi Jing was also gasping lightly as he moved his hands to undo the buttons of his clothes. He hasn’t been using his left hand for a long time already, its movements clumsy as it took quite a while to feel for the first button on the shirt to get undone, his fingers shaking a bit at the first—then came the second button, another one unbuttoned.


    With every button , he would open this shirt that bit more, watching as the light dripped down this man’s robust chest, going down and down, with his heart speeding up.


    When the shirt’s buttons were all undone, Qi Jing’s hand continued to wander lower, finally touching Shen Yan’s belt. Qi Jing’s throat bobbed as he stared silently at his hands on it, stalling only for a bit. He firstid a kiss on the button Shen Yan strung on that red cord, then stuck out his tongue, tracing down slowly from his corbone, leaving a moist trace from the centre, to the left, and right.


    As this line arrived at the bottom of his stomach, Shen Yan couldn’t help aboured groan as he instinctively jerked his hips forward with a tremble. Following this movement, Qi Jing lowered himself, half-kneeling before him, his face just by the other man’s navel. Not knowing why he suddenly felt so thirsty, he moved to undo the buckle of the belt.


    “Qi Jing—” Having realised what he was about to do, Shen Yan called him in rm, quickly pushing on his shoulders, wanting to stop him.


    But Qi Jing paid no attention to him, and although clumsily, he still continued to undo the buckle, pulling the belt out of it bit by bit, then he undid the button of his pants too. While restraining his speeding heart, he pulled the zipper down without saying a word.


    Shen Yan still tried to say something in protest as Qi Jing undid the zipper, pulling the trousers off his hips and slowly reaching his hand into Shen Yan’s underpants to touch that slightly bulging part, but when Qi Jing finally pulled down this piece of clothing too and put his thing into his mouth with the eyes closed, he could no longer say anything.


    “Wu...” It wasn’t the first time for Qi Jing to touch this ce. He had previously rubbed it off quite a few times, just, this time he went a step further—to the point where he didn’t dare to even open his eyes. He could only clumsily feel for its ce and shape with his fingers and raise his chin, slowly licking it first from bottom up to the head with his tongue, then put it in his mouth unskillfully. His teeth would sometimes touch it by ident, but wanting to make this man feel good, he still swallowed it deeper, bit by bit.


    Shen Yan’s breath gradually sped up into aplete mess, his chest moving up and down rapidly along with his breathing. Qi Jing noticed clearly how his body slowly tensed up—the hand on his head was trembling, its fingers messing his hair up, and that ce was also getting harder. All of it made him feel a surge of deep satisfaction in his heart, so he held Shen Yan’s waist, as if encouraged, and pulled himself closer.


    “Ngh,” Shen Yan couldn’t help but squeeze out a beg, “Qi Jing...”


    While calling this name, he mustered the rest of his reason to hold his lower jaw firmly, pressing it with his thumb to make him spit it out before he pulled his member out.


    Having escaped the heat, the huge difference in temperatures made his back break out in a sweat, so he heaved a long gasp.


    Qi Jing panted as he watched him through his half-lidded eyes, then still moved over, wanting to continue, but he got suddenly pulled up from the floor by Shen Yan, having his lips sealed quickly with a kiss before he finally got appeased.


    Shen Yan kissed him until he couldn’t move anymore, trapped in his embrace. Then, he half-carried him up as he entered the bathroom.


    After turning on the water, it sprayed down from the sprinkler. During winter, it’s always hard for it to heat up, so it was still cold at first, causing their now wet bodies to shiver and hug the other instinctively with more force.


    Qi Jing still hadn’t taken off all of his clothes, and Shen Yan hadn’t as well, but in the moment of reason lost and passion bewitching them, they no longer cared about such things as they staggered into the bathtub. Under the water pouring from the sprinkler, the few remaining pieces of clothing on them got drenched quickly, causing them to stick close to their skin, the fabrics’ colours turning so sleek and transparent that the shapes of their bodies were drawn clear to see.


    The water gradually turned warm, the droplets dripping down their hair continuously; some of them flowed down their cheeks, falling off their chins to burst by their feet—as if they were standing in a rainfall. Qi Jing remembered how, when Shen Yan took him into this house on that rainy day, it was as if the rain was witnessing him bing a part of this ce, witnessing him starting to be a part of Shen Yan.


    “Embrace me.” He said in a low voice. This too was a step to be each other’s part.


    He has been waiting for many days already since their first time.


    Hearing this, Shen Yan cupped Qi Jing’s face gently in his hands, pressing him against the tiled wall before pressing over himself, branding his lips with a deep and long kiss. Qi Jing’s legs turned a bit soft, so he leaned his back on the wall, hooking his arms tightly around Shen Yan’s neck as he lifted his head to return it.


    Shen Yan gasped deeply, kissing him while reaching his hand to touch Qi Jing’s skin before uncovering thest piece of clothing on his body, peeling it off him slowly.


    The shower water cascaded against their hair, necks, shoulders and back, their whole bodies wet. After removing the clothes, the clear droplets slipped down Qi Jing’s skin, their traces as if there, but also as if not. But each trace left a deep mark in Shen Yan’s heart, like the rain droplets streaking across the windows, washing away the remnants of his reason.


    Water was clearly all around them, yet he felt an immense thirst.


    Its droplets were clearly at the corner of his lips, yet he only wanted for those on Qi Jing’s body to quench this thirst—


    “Qi Jing.” When he heard his own voice, and also heard Qi Jing’s low gasp, he finally realised that he had already lowered his head to bite on Qi Jing’s earlobe. Those few droplets on his ear slid down into Shen Yan’s lips along this movement—the water had no taste, but he had no wish to stop.


    At that time, Qi Jing curled up in his embrace like a docile cat, his hurried pants mixed with the sound of falling water, and those hands still caressing his back gently. From time to time, water droplets would fall off one of them, only tond on another one’s body, bringing along with it a bit of the two of their warmth down to the bathtub’s floor. This kind of closeness between their bodies made him momentarily lose control, his hands gradually going down the shape of Qi Jing’s waist, until his fingers touched that ce.


    “Ngh...” Qi Jing groaned indistinctly, but the hold of his embrace got only stronger.


    “Does it still hurt?”


    Qi Jing shook his head silently, his fingers gripping harder on Shen Yan’s back. A long time had passed already, and it was also treated everyday with the ointment, so the injury should have already healed by that point—Shen Yan noted with surprise that he still retained a bit of rity to think of this.


    “Shen Yan,” Seeing him not move for a long while, Qi Jing muttered his name, his voice as soft as the droplets on his body, “Don’t wait anymore... Please.”


    Shen Yan didn’t speak, only turning his face, burying it in his wet hair toy a kiss there. He reached his hand to brush the hair on his face back, and the kiss also gradually followed it to the neck, then nape, and as it reached his shoulder de, he already turned Qi Jing over in his embrace, hugging him from behind.


    Watching the traces of water flowing down that clean back, silently disappearing between his legs, Shen Yan pressed over, saying by his ear in a low, husky voice, “I’m sorry, it might hurt.”


    Qi Jing hummed quietly; from behind, he could see his ear below the drenched ck hair flushing red, giving off a sort of unspeakable, fragrant scent—a smell unique to Qi Jing, one that would only appear before him alone. Shen Yan bent over to kiss the back of his ear, holding him with both hands as he entered him slowly with utmost patience.


    “Ngh...” Even though he already steeled himself, when Shen Yan actually entered, Qi Jing still felt that genuinely piercing feeling. Qi Jing had no other way but to support himself against the wall, gasping rapidly.


    The water was still falling continuously from where his legs separated, but Shen Yan’s presence there overtook any other sensation. He didn’t budge at first, waiting for his trembling to calm down before slowly beginning to move. Qi Jing bit his lips, arching his body slightly as he supported his weak body against the wall, seeking a bnce in the continuous thrusts of the man behind him, but like on a verge of copse, he couldn’t stand on his own and relied solely on that man to hold him tightly from behind.


    Not because of the pain.


    It was because there was a certain indescribable pleasure that washed through all of his body along with the flowing water, even making him lose his breath a bit. Among the faint dizziness, he couldn’t help but reach out with his shaky hand to rub the rising member at his front.


    But at that time, Shen Yan caught his hand, interlocking their fingers as he gently pressed it back to its original ce. The other hand held his member in his stead, letting him experience that movement with not too much or little force, simply... He was just as careful with his moves as when he was tending to an operation table, absorbed in his deed to the utmost.


    Qi Jing heard his own pants, as well as Shen Yan’s, who supported his head lightly on his back. Aside from these, there was only the sound of water flowing.


    The initially still a bit disorderly rhythm gradually started to ovep, and each sh of their bodies would make the cascading water in the bathtub to flow more urgently, more heavily. Soon Qi Jing began to feel too embarrassed to listen, his ears flushing, making him take back his left hand from the wall to cover it.


    Seeing him move his hand, Shen Yan lifted his chin slightly to kiss its back. Qi Jing’s fingers shook slightly, and Shen Yan already kissed further along his finger joints until the fingertips, until he sucked the entirety of one of the fingers into his mouth.


    “Ngh—” This action reminded him of what he had done before going into the bathroom, all sorts of details rushing into his mind, to the point where he didn’t even have strength to jerk his hand back.


    Having lost the support of one of the hands, he leaned on the wall with his head down, his knees so soft that he almost copsed, yet Shen Yan held him firmly, once again thrusting all the way in.


    Qi Jing gasped heavily, his eyes starting to lose focus amidst the pattering of water. He couldn’t help the sob-like moans from escaping, but although shaky, his hand held Shen Yan’s hands that held him tightly, no longer letting go.


    Perhaps because of how he experienced the teasing before inserting it, and because of how long he had been holding back, it didn’t take long for Shen Yan to finish, but thest thrust was especially powerful.


    Qi Jing trembled all over—after a moment of his mind going nk, he finally slowly got back to his senses and drooped his head to gasp for breath. Only then he realised that at some point, he came too—maybe because of the excitement he didn’t realise that he had a reaction. It was different from the feeling when rubbing it off by hand—he didn’t feel anything much then, but now, from his thighs to his toes, everything felt indescribably numb.


    Panting heavily, Shen Yan pulled himself out, supporting the man before him, not saying anything as he just embraced him.


    Qi Jing’s face waspletely flushed. He turned over to hug Shen Yan’s chest, not speaking for that one moment, just quietly listening to the vigorous heartbeat of the man before him. Only when his breathing calmed down did he mutter quietly, as if to himself, “I didn’t expect that the thing in the drawer wouldn’t get used the second time too...”


    “I’m sorry.” Shen Yan’s voice was a bit hoarse as he turned his head, a bit remorseful as he kissed his brow.


    At that time, Qi Jing chuckled quietly, hooking that red string on his neck on his finger to pull it towards himself, “Doesn’t matter, either way... We still have a few hours until the sunrise.”


    <i>Still quite a few hours until the sunrise. </i>


    The wet clothes on the floor could be tidied up tomorrow, and they also didn’t put on the dry ones from the closet—there was no need to. They simply dried their bodies with towels, the two of them going back to the bedroom, their hair still damp as they got into the bed together. The duvets at wintertime are always dry and cold, so when he first drilled under it, Qi Jing couldn’t help but shiver, curling up his limbs like a small cold-fearing animal, hugging Shen Yan’s still warm after the shower body.


    Sofy. He sighed with content, brushing his fingers into the other man’s still half-wet hair, flicking andbing through it in a caress, his moves full of tenderness. As if invited by this action, Shen Yan moved closer for a quiet kiss.


    There were no lights on in the apartment, and the moonlight falling from outside the window made this man’s skin shine white. The moonlight itself was cold, but there was a bit of warmth they felt as their lips met, the disparity leaving an indescribable impact in their minds.


    “Qi Jing.”


    “Hm?”


    But Shen Yan only called him once in a low voice, saying nothing else after it.


    Qi Jing suddenlyughed faintly, lifting his both hands to hook his neck, supporting himself up to kiss his forehead, then his brows and eyebrows, only then teasing the side of his lips with a lick of his tongue. At that time, Shen Yan’s hand slowly slipped down his back, exploring the curve of his body and pressing against the small of his back to hold him up closer to himself. Qi Jing docilely rested his ankles on the back of his lower legs, letting him have it his way.


    Probably because they already did it once before, the course of making love once again was so natural, born from the tacit acts of intimacy between two people.


    But this time it was more patient, more careful, and more tender.


    Shen Yan reached his hand to open that drawer by the bedhead. The things inside hadn’t been used a single time since they got bought, even the packaging was untouched. That time in the bathroom, there was still water acting as a temporary lube, but this time back in bed, they really had to use it.


    He took the lube, but when he was about to take the condoms, Qi Jing held his hand suddenly, not letting him take it.


    “Let’s not use this one today,” Qi Jing said in a soft voice, his face buried in Shen Yan’s embrace all the time as he spoke, “We didn’t use it just now, so even if we use it now, there’s no meaning for it already... It’s fine to do it like this.”


    Those were all excuses. In fact, if he could, he would rather not use anything, to only have that person through the most straightforward means. Only after having gone through the difficulties of it the first time and having experienced the pain, he decided to give up on that. Just now, the water was of help a bit, but entering was still rather challenging and only with an incredible lot of patience from Shen Yan did he not get hurt.


    The second time it went in smoothly. Being able to feel the other prating his body slowly without experiencing the pain, it really... he didn’t know if it was because of some ingredient in the lube, but it felt hot. Qi Jing moaned softly, gasping as he leaned his head against this man’s shoulder, letting him in to be a part of himself.


    The rest of it, he didn’t remember too clearly anymore.


    He only knew that he passed out somewhere during the process, and by the time he woke up the next day, he finally tasted the bitter lesson of what tossing between the sheets twice meant for his body. His bones were sore and weak, making him reluctant to even budge as he made use of the fact that the sky was still murky, not yet entirely bright, to find afortable position in that embrace and sleep quietly while hugging one another.


    Today, he had no intent to get up early—


    As for the message he nned to send to the Director, he would send it when the person by his side is awake... Because this decision wasn’t only his to make, but in the name of the two of them together.


    T/N:


    Luci: Sorry for being a bummer, but you also shouldn’t use just water as a lube >.>