You Shulang knew he was coming home later than what he’d told his husband. But he knew that Fan Xiao understood how important this trial was. If it was successful then then it could open more doors for his team. Fan Xiao was still supportive even after all this time. He opened the door expecting to be greeted. Instead, there was playful bickering and the smell of dinner rich in the air. He quietly shut the door, toeing out of his shoes as he hung up his jacket, then set his briefcase on the sofa before turning the corner to peer into their kitchen.
At the island was his husband and son. The two had made omelet rice with some sides. “Dad, you made yours look so grumpy!”
“No I didn’t.” Fan Xiao teased him.
“D-aaaaddd,” Tian fussed, gesturing as he took the ketchup bottle with ease from Fan Xiao, “Yes you did. Here let me fix it!” You Shulang watched as Tian added some lines which turned the grumpy face into a smirking one with some rather creative eyebrows.
“Now that’s a happy omelette." You Shulang decided to step in before the two started a ketchup war like last time.
“Papa’s home!” Tian beamed as he tossed the ketchup bottle at his dad as he rushed to get to his papa.
Fan Xian was standing at the sink washing the dishes when You Shulang came from putting Tian down. He could see the earbud in Fan Xian’s ear, which explained how his husband hadn’t realized that he was back. He looked ridiculously soft in his deep red henley and black joggers. Actually it was more of a sexy soft as the clothes fit his body like a glove showing off the hard work his husband had done for the muscles.
“I think you should listen to your driver if that’s what they are calling them nowadays?” Fan Xiao laughed as Shi Li Hua whined how his date ended not the way he planned. He was about to tease him some more when he felt the warmth of his husband’s chest behind him followed by his hands on his hips.
“He’s a driver not my driver, you idiot.” Shi Li Hua sighed heavily. “You should think about…” Whatever his friend was saying was lost as You Shulang pressed a kiss to his nape. Fan Xiao gripped the edge of the sink, sharp and almost inaudible gasp that was a symphony to You Shulang’s ears.
“Tell him you’ve gotta go.” You Shulang whispered as he nipped at Fan Xiao’s ear. “Be polite.” A smirk spread on his lips as he felt his husband shiver.
“Hua’er,” Fan Xiao started to obey when he paused; his breathe catching as he felt his husband’s hand slip from his hip to palm his waist below navel. Those fingers dangerously teasing him by spreading just below the band of his joggers.
“Did you just…”
“I’m sorry, I need to go. I will call you tomorrow. Bye.” Fan Xiao interrupted him then reached over to the shelf to cut the call as he stuttered his goodbye. Which made You Shulang chuckle in amusement as he took the earbuds out of his husband’s ear. He sat it down on the counter before pressing himself more into the younger man’s back. His free hand moved up to cup Fan Xiao’s chen to guide him to look over his shoulder.
“Good wolf.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of Fan Xiao’s lips. “As a reward, come join me in the shower. Unless you don’t want that kind of reward.” He nuzzled Fan Xiao’s jaw before pressing a kiss to his husband’s neck.
“Baobei, if I ever refuse you, you know the combination to the gun safe.” Fan Xiao joked even though the whisper in the darkest parts of his mind knew he was serious.
“Shh, husband. None of that.” You Shulang leaned forward to kiss him. It was a tender kiss turned headier as he turned Fan Xiao around to kiss him properly. The teasing was done. You Shulang wanted his husband naked and deliciously taking him apart under the spray of their shower. He wrapped his arms around Fan Xiao’s neck pulling him closer. Fan Xiao’s hands went to his waist then traveled down to grip the back of his thighs lifting the older man with ease. Long legs wrapped around his own waist as You Shulang used the new angle to deepen the kiss while Fan Xiao carried them to their bedroom to their bathroom at the other end of the hallway.
“Don’t bother.” You Shulang smiled as he watched his husband go for the pajama top that went to the pants that You Shulang had laid out of him. “Come to bed.” He pulled the comforter back. He was dressed in his own silk pajamas though he’d left the buttons undone. He wanted skin on skin.
Fan Xiao complied with ease, slipping into bed. He understood what his husband wanted. Fan Xiao curled into his husband bringing their chests flush. He tucked his face into You Shulang’s well abused neck. One of You Shulang’s hands went to his husband’s hair while the other wrapped around his waist. He maneuvered one of his legs to curl between Fan Xiao’s as they got pliant in each other’s hold.
“I love you, àirén.” Fan Xiao breathed against the warmth of his husband’s neck.
“I love you too, my love.” You Shulang pressed a kiss to his husband’s forehead.
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All Along the Watchtower {Chapter One: Nevada} (Juice Ortiz)
One/Two/Three/Four/Five
New Juice story that I’m very excited about! I’m testing it out on Tumblr before I post it anywhere else so feedback is greatly appreciated! Not quite sure the direction it will take, but this is unedited and raw! Hope you Juice hoes enjoy it :)
-Solaris
Chapter One: Nevada
Juice was lost.
The stretch of road ahead of him seemed impossible to navigate. Everything was so dark and cold and endless. Nothing could save him. Nothing could help him. He was lost. So needlessly, helplessly, undoubtedly lost.
His GPS had died about halfway on his way home from Nevada. The run had gone as planned, but he hung back for the night while his brothers headed back to Charming together. He stood in line for three hours to see the new Star Wars on its opening night and crashed at a shitty motel before heading back in the morning. It was a stupid idea, considering how he had no sense of direction. Hell, he could get lost at the goddamned grocery store. He had to admit it was worth seeing the return of Han Solo: his favorite character of all time. He liked to think that if the kids back home in Queens could see him now, they’d compare him to Han Solo, with the leather kutte and general badassness (he just wouldn’t want them to see the way the club made fun of him for liking that nerd shit).
The pinks and purples of the morning sunrise had faded into a bright blue that hung in the sky above him as he tore up the road with his rubber tires. Juice pulled over to the side of the road, praying that his phone could get a signal out here. He had always trusted his GPS, but now the fucker had died on him and he had to turn to Google Maps- he didn’t trust the government to not be tracking that shit.
Two percent. His phone was on two percent.
An article that he read last week flashed before him in his head. Millennials nowadays would spend more time looking for a charger than they would asking a person for directions. Could he really consider himself a millennial?
He killed the engine and started walking with his thumb out, praying someone normal would stop.
{***}
After about twenty minutes walking backward, a pickup truck finally slowed to a stop next to Juice. The weight of the handgun in his waistband was heavy, reminding him of his defense in case this person tried to slit his wrists or skin him alive for their supper.
“Need a ride there, skippy?” An older man, late 50s to early 60s, looked at him through the open window of his rusty red pickup truck. “Where are you headed?”
“Nearest gas station.” Juice sighed, deciding the guy seemed sane enough for a ride down the street. “There any fast food places around here?”
“There’s a McDonald’s near the gas station, if that’s what you’re looking for.” the guy answered, unlocking the door for him to get in. “Man, I miss the days when I could shovel down two Big Macs in ten minutes. Now, the wife tells me it’s bad for my cholesterol.”
“I guess I’ll enjoy it while it lasts then.” Juice chuckled, swinging open the door with much resistance.
“Oh, stop it, Uncle Lenny! Let the young be young!”
Juice jumped a mile in the air from the front as a tinkling voice of a young girl came from the backseat. She had to be around his age, maybe a little bit younger. A chuckle escaped her as Juice settled back down, his heart racing.
“I’ll stop if you promise not to give the poor boy a heart attack!” Uncle Lenny bargained.
“I didn’t see you back there.” Juice smiled sheepishly and extended his hand to the backseat. He was still slightly embarrassed at his reaction. “The name’s Juice.”
“Priscilla.” the young girl replied, taking his hand in hers. “Pleasure to meet you, Juice.”
She had a firm handshake and smooth hands that made him want to hide his own callous ones (being a mechanic could put your hands through the fucking ringer most days. No wonder Clay had arthritis).
“Juice? Now, what kind of name is that?” Uncle Lenny’s booming friendly voice asked. “Some kind of nickname, isn’t it?”
Uncle Lenny was an intimidating guy. He was big and burly. He could fit right in with the Sons of Anarchy by the looks of him though he was a little more likable than the rest of the assholes in the club. Juice loved the guys, but he couldn’t deny that they could all be a little sour when tensions ran high, especially with the gun-running business. Uncle Lenny’s familial friendliness was a welcome change from the playful insults he faced back at the clubhouse (there were some days he still felt like a prospect).
“It’s a nickname.” Juice replied, smiling bigger than he had all morning. He’d even momentarily forgot about his bike on the side of the road or the Star Wars escapade of the night before. “I’m from New York and I’d call myself a Biggie man.”
“Biggie?” Uncle Lenny furrowed his brows in confusion.
“He’s a rapper, Uncle Len.” Priscilla piped up from the back.
“Exactly.” Juice nodded at her. She smiled back at him. “He’s got this song called Juicy and my real name is Juan Carlos. My friends called me JC and eventually, the two mixed together and everyone just ended up calling me Juice.”
“Juan Carlos, huh?” Priscilla smirked at him. “Nice tattoos.”
He brushed his hands absentmindedly over the tribal-style lightning bolts on his skull. A slight blush burned his cheeks.“Thanks. Got ‘em when I moved to California.”
“I like them.” Priscilla commented, imitating his movements on her own head. “Never seen anything like them.”
“Neither have I.” Uncle Lenny laughed. There was no judgment in his tone. “You don’t see a lot of ink around here; it’s all very backwoods and traditional and such.”
“And you’ve always lived here?” Juice asked, curious about this little country family in the backwoods of Nevada. Most people weren’t so welcoming considering his appearance.
“Nah, we used to live in a big city.” Uncle Lenny answered. “Been me, Cilla, and my wife ever since…”
“Boston. That’s where we were.” Priscilla cut him off. “Ever heard of it?”
He noticed the mischievous flick in the question. “ ‘Course I have.” Juice grinned at her, craning his head to look her in the eye. “Worst baseball in the country.”
“Oh, shut it.” Priscilla bit back at him. “I only know about hockey.”
“Even worse!” Juice moaned, putting a hand to his forehead with an air of drama. “I would know, I played a little bit in high school.”
“So did I.” she retorted.
He fucking loved this girl.
“As much as I hate Boston, I gotta admire that signature Boston attitude.” he relented with their joking rivalry. Juice tried to ignore the glint he saw in Uncle Lenny’s eyes.
“Well, here’s the gas station, lad.” Uncle Lenny pulled into the parking lot. “McDonald’s should be a five minute walk down that way.”
Juice turned his head to see the blessed golden arches just down the road and his stomach growled. “I can’t thank you enough man. It was so nice to meet you guys.”
“Nice to meet you, too, Juicy!” Priscilla put a hand on his shoulder. “I told Uncle Lenny it was a gamble picking up some riff raff with head tattoos and an MC vest.”
“It’s a kutte, actually.” Juice laughed. “And I’m harmless.”
“Even if you have terrible taste in sports teams.” Priscilla quipped back.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else we can do for you?” Uncle Lenny asked.
“You’ve already done more than enough, thank you so much.” Juice said, shaking Uncle Lenny’s hand in gratitude. “I wish there was something I could do to thank you.”
“Come to dinner?” Priscilla suggested. “I want to know more about that kutte.”
Uncle Lenny’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re only saying that ‘cause you think he’s cute.”
“So?” Priscilla winked at Juice with the widest smile he’d ever seen. “Humor me.”
To Juice, it sounded like a challenge and Uncle Lenny must have picked up on that. He shook his head, knowing it was a bad idea to invite this dangerous looking stranger into his home, but he couldn’t say no to his darling niece. That was for sure.
“Don’t pressure the poor guy. He must think we’re crazy enough as it is.” Uncle Lenny sighed.
“My number’s already in your pocket.” Priscilla said.
Juice shoved his hand into his pocket and, to his surprise, there was a note with ten numbers all written in the cutest curly handwriting. “You must think you’re really slick, don’t you?I’m holding you to that dinner.”
“That’s my cell. Only old people use the landline anymore.”
Juice shook his head and climbed out of the old, red pickup truck just as Uncle Lenny defended that he “wasn’t even that old, for your information, Cilla.” He waved them off on his way into the gas station convenience store to pick up a phone charger and head into the McDonald’s for the savory mess of diabetes he was about to shove into his mouth (on the rare occasion, he did like to treat himself).
His cheeks hurt from the goofy grin he couldn’t seem to wipe off his face.
{***}
“Now, was it really necessary to make me drive a truck here to pick up you and your dumbass bike because you have no fuckin’ clue where you’re goin’?” Jax shoved Juice in the shoulder, making him hit hard against the inside of the truck.
Juice was just glad to be on his way home with his bike in the back. Three hours of eating Big Macs and Mcnuggets waiting for Jax to pick him up made him feel swelled up like a big balloon. His stomach definitely didn’t feel right.
“Got a pretty girl’s number. That worth it?” Juice hit Jax back.
“Not for me!” Jax shook his head. “I already got a pretty girl so I don’t really gain anything from bailing your ass out in the middle of nowhere, Nevada.”
“Come on, man!” Juice groaned. “You got Tara! You hit the fuckin’ jackpot with her and I live alone with two cats.”
Jax raised an eyebrow. “You got cats?”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Maybe you gettin’ a little action outside the croweaters will be good for all of us.” Jax admitted with huge, shit-eating grin on his face. “First, you gotta learn to get to Nevada and back.”
Shit. He didn’t think of that Priscilla lived all the way out here in middle-of-nowhere, Nevada. It was a six hour drive both ways. A lot of miles in between them.
He had a habit of getting his hopes up for a pretty girl and then getting his heart crushed.
Jax must have noticed the look on Juice’s face because he put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, man. If she’s worth the drive, then you’ll make it.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“You think I expected to end up with Tara?” Jax asked, laughing quietly to himself. “I thought I’d never see her after Chicago and now she’s the mother of my kids.”
“She really lowered her standards to end up with you, man.” Juice joked, suddenly feeling lighter. “You’re a lucky guy.”
“Whatever, man.” Jax laughed with him. “Just do me a favor, alright?”
“Yeah, dude. What do you need?” Juice asked, eager to please as he usually was.
“Charge your fuckin’ GPS next time.”
{***}
Juice was greeted by two distinct sets of meows as soon as he opened the front door. Shiloh and Dolly immediately pawed at his knees, making it hard for him to even make it the four feet from the door to the couch. He just wanted to sit for five minutes.
“Come on, guys, you can’t even be mad!” Juice bargained with them. “I left you plenty of food and water and you’re outdoor cats anyway!”
They just stared at him.
“Fine. Just let me sit for a little bit.”
Shiloh and Dolly (yes, she was named after Dolly Parton) were twins he happened upon at a shelter one day. They were older cats, way beyond the youthful years of the kitten age, but they were too of the most adorable cats he’d ever come across. That day, he wasn’t planning on taking the two of them home, but he couldn’t resist those beautiful brown eyes. The three of them had grown very close.
Dolly was very territorial of him while Shiloh just didn’t give a shit.
Juice shoved his bag onto the couch and plopped down, sinking into the beat up cushions and feeling that deep sense of comfort that only home can give you. He loved his house; buying it was the first time in his life he felt more independent than lonely. Like an actual functioning human being. Becoming part of the club solved a lot of his loneliness, but that part came after buying the house. It didn’t solve all of his loneliness. But some.
He felt the familiar sensation of fur crawling slowly over him. Dolly took her rightful place on his shoulder while Shiloh decided to curl up into a tight ball in his lap. Juice scratched behind Shiloh’s ears, realizing that they weren’t mad and hungry; they just missed him.
Note: Gao Lele is three here and I made his scent catmint as it smells good blended with irises and sage in my opinion.
It was the first roll of thunder that woke him. He knew that there were supposed to be rain storms but they had come earlier. Gao Tu, bleary eyed from how hard been sleeping, needed to blink to get his eyes to focus. Slowly he reached up to rub the sleep from his face. Allowing himself a stretch from where he’d gotten a little stiff from falling asleep on the couch after cleaning up from. It was as he was reaching to get his glasses that he heard the first pattering of rain. A soft smile spread across his face. Before getting up he checked the monitor to see that his little bun was still napping.
“Cute.” Gao Tu snorted in amusement at Gao Lele loafing on his stomach with his bum in the air. Shaking his head fondly, he sat the monitor down to head into the kitchen to make some tea before going to the back porch to enjoy watching the rain till his boy woke up.
Settling into the rocking chair on the porch with a fresh cup of green tea. Gao Tu let out a shaky breath and relaxed into the chair to take in the now heavy rain pouring down. It was days like this he enjoyed living in their small home in the country. He got to be closer to his family and allowed his son to live quietly. It was these thoughts that made him long for Shen Wenlang and to have his alpha see their son thriving. It was a bittersweet thought that he pushed back as quickly as he’d allowed himself to bring it to the front of his mind. Gao Tu let out another sigh then focused on the warmth of the tea as he sipped it.
The scent of catmint and sleep wafted through the open door near Gao Tu about thirty minutes later. He had long finished his tea and was happy to have his son’s company even if it was still a sleepy toddler who loved after nap cuddles.
“Hey, bunny.” Gao Tu smiling sweetly at his son as he sleepily stepped out onto the porch with him. Those adorable eyes were still blinking trying to focus just like his own had been when he’d woken. Gao Lele tilted his head up using his sense of smell to lead him to his daddy.
Gao Tu easily helped his son climb up into his lap and settle against his chest. He gently combed his finger through his son’s silky black strands. “Hey Bun. Sleep good?” Gao Tu pressed a kiss to the top of his head, earning a happy purr and nod from Gao Lele. He released a bit more of his sage scent when his boy wrinkled his nose from the heavy rain scent in the air.
“Daddy, sleep well too?” Gao Lele asked softly, rubbing his face into the warm skin that Gao Tu’s v neck offered.
“Yeah, I did. Rainy days are perfect for naps.”
“No more naps.” Gao Lele responded right before yawning. “Lele doesn’t need them.”
“Oh,? Well Daddy does. Maybe you can supervise.” Gao Tu tried to keep his chuckle at bay but failed.
“I could do that.” Gao Lele yawned once more after speaking.
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Fandom: Revenged Love | Pairing: Chi Cheng/Wu Suowei
Prompt Series Tag: Kiss Me Day 2026 || Inspiration: Chi Cheng's Mask / Wu Suowei's outfit | Wu Suowei's Wings | Wu Suowei's Makeup
This was supposed to be about forgetting her. He was supposed to be comfortably clothed and cuddling his best friends on that ridiculously plush couch TianTian just got. But no, Suowei was here at the Neon Demon wearing this slutty outfit of an angel. Jiang Xiaoshuai special of white cropped vest that showed off his waist paired with these silky shorts with glitter all over his body. His wings were a work of art as well as the make up that Yu Tian painted on him. Suowei appreciated all the great pictures they took before coming. Unable to really breathe at the bar as he finished off this sparkly desert drink called “Orchid Dust” then headed to the dance floor. He spotted You Tian with his boyfriend with Gao Lele as he went, but he hadn’t seen Jiang Xiaoshuai since he’d told him he’d meet him on the dancefloor. So that meant he was on his own as his best friend had some fun. That much he could handle…right?
Suowei let himself be moved along with the crowd as the beat of the songs flowed into his veins. He allowed his mind to go blank and just feel. However, it wasn’t too long before he felt the telltale feeling of being watched intently. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath to focus. It took him a moment as the club’s dance floor was filled with hungry eyes to figure out who the owner of the focused gaze was.
There leaning against one of the neon electric columns was a demon that fit what he truly needed to forget everything - tall, dark, and sexy as sin. He wore black suit with a deep cut collar that revealed sunkissed skin with a scar peeking out like a branch towards his heart. The top half of his face was hidden by a neon red yao mask that had a glowing white kingsnake with black splotches near the head coiled around its mouth. He didn’t need to see all of his face. Those dark eyes and how they let him know he was being craved was all he needed to know. He’d never been this bold in the club, continuing to finish dancing to the song.
As the song shifted into another their gazes met as Suowei decided to step off the dancefloor for the alcoves. He didn’t need to look back to know the demon was following him. The feeling of being touched with just the man’s gaze preceded him. After passing several alcoves that had various degrees of moans and other lustful sounds he finally sauntered into a free one. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the flash of white and red of the man’s mask before the wall divided them.
Not for long, the moment that Suowei looked up from leaning against the wall the demon was there. His heart began to pound as the man waited.
“Is that all you want to do, shéyāo?” Suowei asked, breaking the silence but not the feeling of time seeming to slow down along with his ability to breathe properly. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
“I want both, Tiānshǐ.” The man replied, his deeper timber voice sent a shiver down his spine as he approached him slowly. It reminded him of the serpent on his mask. When this demon finally kissed him he was going to be doomed, that much he was certain.
The demon didn’t just stand in front of him, he moved flush against him. Suowei gasped, feeling the other’s leg between his thighs. The silk shorts that he’d been dressed in hid nothing of his obvious desire. Strong hands gripped his hips as he licked his own lips. How his hands didn’t shake as he lifted them to lift the mask didn’t know. But the moment the mask was lifted he couldn’t help himself.
“Kiss me.” Suowei whispered despite the music pulsing through the club. There was no hesitation, his demon struck with a kiss that spoke to the insatiable craving that’d been in those dark eyes. His hands dropped to the man’s shoulders as he felt one hand slide up from his hip to grip his sides while the other went to his throat. He gasped letting the demon deepen the kiss further. The way the grip tightened just right had Suowei’s mind going blank as he slipped into a headspace that he could only describe as his own piece of heaven.
When the kiss finally breaks, Suowei feels the weight of a thumb pressing against the corner of his upper lip as he gasps for air. That’s when he realized how his own hand had opened the demon’s jacket, sliding around to grip the taller man’s lower back while the other was wrapped around his neck with his fingertips gripping soft strands of dark black hair. Their kiss had ended but the demon’s hands were pressing him firmly flushed against him. Suowei could feel how his desire was perfectly matched. Licking his lips he decided to be brave for himself.
“Want to get out of here?” He panted, not wanting to let the connection fade. It was like there was a half of a flame inside of him that just had a taste of its mate.
“Yes, Tiānshǐ,” He earned a smug smirk that Suowei wanted to lick right off his face. “You’ll need to let go to make that happen.”
Suowei swallowed, feeling the fingers pressed against the side of his throat. “You first, shéyāo.” His demon chuckled, amused and a bit surprised at his response. The taller man’s other hand had wandered down his thigh only to move up beneath the silk shorts to grope his butt. A teasing last squeeze was stolen before the demon withdrew from him leaving him instantly craving the other’s warmth. Suowei quickly reached out for the other hand as the demon pulled his mask back down. He caught the pleased smirk on those kiss swollen lips before it was covered.
“May I know Tiānshǐ’s name?” The demon asked as the warmth started to seep through their intertwined hands.
“You may after you’ve earned it.” Suowei teased him, earning another chuckle. He might be dressed as an angel but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be his natural bratty self.
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Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic fluff, Adorable Xiao Lele+ Peanut
Summary: Shen Wenlang gets a plushie surprise during a wfh meeting.
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“Hey, hey no running around the fireplace pups.” Shen Wenlang chided Peanut and Xiao Lele as they ran too close to the fireplace. But he was secretly glad for the distraction, the meeting that his secretary, Mia, said was important he was boring as hell. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the amused expression of Sheng Shaoyou and Gao Tu over their wine glasses. He too could be nursing some wine but no this meeting needed to happen. A ping had him lancing down to see Mia direct messaging him.
From Secretary Mia: Your unmuted sir.
Instead of responding to her, he sent the camera an unbothered glare. His son and godson came first, nonetheless he did turn off his mic. Inwardly though he was laughing as the speaker, Director Su, stammered for a moment in his report giving. At least his summary of results while boring was also what was needed.
“The sales in-in…” Director Su stopped to clear his throat,” Apologies. The sales are more than expected so we will be ordering more for the next quar—rter.”
As the alpha had stammered once more, Shen Wenlang hadn’t missed his mates own chuckle followed by the suddenly giggling behind him. Instead of turning to look because it was clear the kids were behind him. He could Hua Sheng’s gleeful creamsicle pheromones and Shen Lele’s cheerful catmint, wafting around him. Shen Wenlang looked down to his own camera preview to find Peanut holding up his Cleo the Black cat with Disney Haunted Mansion ears behind his head while Xiao Lele was lifting his own Cleo the black cat squishmallow with her witches hat over his shoulder so that it looked like the cat was peeking over his shoulder.
”Send the request in as to not over project. Secretary Mia, conclude the meeting.” Shen Wenlang instructed, leaving the video call so that he could spin around to tickle his two adorable boys.
“You two mischievous kittens.”
“Nuh-uh daddy~! Pups!” Xiao Lele cackled as Shen Wenlang continued to tickle them. Here is where he wanted to be anyways making his kids laugh.
Sheng Shaoyou glided easily through the water as he swam in the private pool of their penthouse. As he swam his laps he felt Hua Yong’s gaze trailing after him. His enigma was alongside him on the lowered trim that allowed the hem of his black silk robe and matchings to be soaked with the slosh of water. Not that Hua Yong cared about that. The annoying part had been how right the younger man had been about him needing to get some of his restless energy out. His time of morning sickness had been blissfully short which let the new pregnancy hormones flood his body. Which had him being more stubborn than usual and so damned horny for his mate. So the brat had been right about what he needed but that didn’t mean he couldn’t punish him for it too. Which meant that he’d taken a brisk shower to get the day's oils off before heading into the pool naked. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Hua Yong had followed.
“Don’t you dare try to join me.” Sheng Shaoyou had ordered when Hua Yong had leaned against the open doorframe from their bedroom to the pool. That’d earned him a gentle smile that somewhat irked him followed by the brat getting himself two fingers of bourbon to sip on as he took a call from Chang Yu. The tracking had started after Sheng Shaoyou had begun actively swimming his laps.
There was no way he was going to ever tell Hua Yong that he actually enjoyed it. Even as his brain told him that he wasn’t supposed to want it. His heart was able to move past the love of his life being an enigma but his brain still held him back at times with how reverently devoted Hua Yong was to him. There were moments though where he could silence the voice in his head telling him it was wrong.
Such as right now. Sheng Shaoyou had swam over to the edge of the pool. He’d risen from the water, pushing his hair from his face as he leaned against the plexiglass wall. His gaze focused on Hua Yong. The enigma had come to a stop, listening to whatever Chang Yu was saying, and sipped his glass of bourbon. Sheng Shaoyou licked his lips, his mouth going dry as he watched Gua yong’s elegant throat work to consume the drink. He felt the heat pooling low in his gut as well as the ache in his fangs start to descend. The desire to mark the flawless pale column to match the other side where he’d bitten viciously to mark enigma as his own.
“Brat.” Sheng Shaoyou spoke softly, knowing that Hua Yong always made sure to keep his focus on him, “End the call and come to me.”
Dark eyes that had been staring up at the night sky, shifted to the side to look at him. Sheng Shaoyou saw the subtle scenting of the air just before his eyes began to glow pink then without finishing his sentence Hua Yong ended the call.
Instead of putting the glass and phone on the table three feet away. Hua Yong merely set them on the cement above the lowered ledge. Standing up he slowly took off his robe letting it fall at his feet.
“By all means move glacially.” Sheng Shaoyou teased, voice huskier than earlier. He knew that the enigma wasn’t going to move faster. They’d done this dance before. Hua Yong understood that it spoke to Sheng Shaoyou’s inner alpha to have him come to him like this. The trousers gone left all that lovely skin on display, making him want to mar it with his teeth and nails. Hua Yong would gladly let him and encouraged him too. His marks were trophies to his mate.
His gaze glowed golden with want as he felt the buzzing in his veins to have his mate obeying him. Sheng Shaoyou didn’t hesitate to grab him by the nape, pulling him in for a feverish passionate kiss, the moment that he was within reach. He felt the younger man’s hands wrapping around his waist. Sheng Shaoyou moaned into their kiss, feeling Hua Yong’s desire pressing against his own as he pressed back more firmly against the plexiglass barrier. A hand drifted down to lift the back of his right thigh over his hip bringing them closer, moans passed between them. Sheng Shaoyou nipped Hua Yong’s bottom lip, tightening his grip on the soft strands to make his enigma tilt his head back. Instead of going to the right where he’d sunk his fangs into Hua Yong’s neck to mark him as his, Sheng Shaoyou gave into the desire to sink his teeth into mark free skin.
“Shaoyou.” Hua Yong let out a pleased groan, grinning as an eruption of his pheromones absorbed the air around them. He wasted no time in lifting his alpha’s other leg over his hip. Sheng Shaoyou rocked his hips, finally letting go of Hua Yong’s neck so that he could claim another passionate kiss of tongue and teeth.
“Inside-“
“No. Here. Now.” His alpha demanded and who was he to deny such a request?
