recap: I don't recall myself, but I'm sure it was something fluffy... time to sit back and enjoy a reread!
[Translator/Editor: otwentyfirst]
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[Apr. 17th, 2019]
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“Brother Qingge, take a look. Do I look OK?” Duan Yuchen asked.
Qingge had just finished eating one walnut and about to pop another in his mouth when he heard the question. He turned to take a look. With a nod he said, “Yes. Little Yuchen, you look very good.”
Qingge discovered earlier that afternoon that aside from overseeing the family’s finances, he was also in charge of the wardrobes for both brothers.
The brothers rarely went out to buy clothes themselves. Shen Ningyu had explained that Duan Yujing’s a.s.sistant, a.s.sistant Chen Han, bought all their clothes for them based on their measurements. Now that Qingge was in the picture it was only natural he should take over that responsibility, was what Shen Ningyu had said.
The unexpected role left Qingge rather troubled! Him? Shop?
Even though Duan Yuchen had self-study that evening, he still promptly returned to campus after finishing his meal and taking a bath. School was strict towards the end of the term so he had to make sure to get back in time. Being tardy would mean being written up.
So at home it was only Duan Yujing and Qingge. One was in his study going through paperwork while the other was tip tapping away on his keyboard.
Earlier Qingge had spent a great deal of money to buy shares of two stocks he remembered would do well. In a couple of months their values would rise meteorically; he figured his savings would be flush to overflowing then. Right now though he was working on his ma.n.u.script. He’d written over 20,000 words and was saving the doc.u.ment when someone embraced him from behind.
The shape and contour of the person was one he knew well. Feeling safe and secure he leaned back into the warm body behind him.
“Don’t stare at the computer for so long; it’s not good for your eyes.” Duan Yujing lowered his head to steal a kiss. Last night had marked a turning point in their relationship and today he was feeling restless. He’d gotten a taste of that tofu and he wanted more. His hands roamed as he imagined the body in his arms divested of clothing.
Qingge had accepted his role in the relationship, in fact he was quite proud of himself and his new husband. “You’re going into work tomorrow right?” Qingge asked. Though he was deeply fond of Duan Yujing and had enjoyed their intimacy last night, he was also leery of the after effects. The pain and soreness was uncomfortable. In fact he could barely even stand properly.
“Yes. There are a few things I need to take care of. Why not come with me? I don’t think you’ve ever been to my office before have you?” This was a surprisingly forthright invitation coming from someone normally kept everyone at arm’s length. He had always been prudent and cautious, approaching things slowly. Not wanting to scare Qingge, he had approached his love with that same MO, but their time together gave him a better understanding of Qingge’s personality. He was no longer afraid Qingge would run if he pressed aggressively. As long as he did so with sincerity and honesty, he knew the other would respond faithfully and in kind. He understood now that Qingge was conscientious and sincere, a person who approached things wholeheartedly. He could see it in all the things Qingge did, like the consideration he gave Duan Yuchen.
“I’m afraid I may not be able to get up tomorrow…” As he said this his whole body lit up a light pink color. Duan Yujing already had the tie of his robe undone and was pressing himself firmly against Qingge’s back nuzzling Qingge’s neck. Too s.e.xy! He shyly dared a glance at Duan Yujing. The look in those eyes… it was clear the other man wanted to eat him up!
“No? Well I’ll leave the VIP keycard on the night stand by the bed. You should be able to bypa.s.s security without any issues with it. If you feel up to it, then use it to come see me, OK?” Duan Yujing replied as he nipped at Qingge’s ear. To think he was holding the one he loved in his arms like this. He wanted to spoil him rotten. He wanted to hear his lover moan underneath him. Really, he wanted to just eat him to death!
Qingge’s ears were really sensitive so the nibbling made his mind go blank. His body shivered wanting to curl in on itself and his breathing hitched as he stopped trying to wiggle away. Instead he turned around and wrapped his arms around Duan Yujing’s waist. In a hoa.r.s.e voice laced with desire he said, “Go slow.”
Permission granted Duan Yujing spent the next few hours slowly savoring a delicious midnight snack. He kept Qingge’s body in mind and only did it once, not wanting to tax his lover too much. When finished, he behaved very gentlemanly, taking care to bath Qingge before carrying him back to bed where he tucked him in. In bed he held him close and gently rubbed his back.
Duan Yujing knew Qingge had his pride, yet despite this was still willing to lay under him. Qingge willingly took on the responsibilities of their house, willingly accepted his name, willingly listened to him and accepted his affections. It really was remarkable. This lover of his was pampering him in his own unique way. He was touched beyond words. It made him love Qingge all the more.
“Brother Jing, I’m tired. Move over a little?” The two were entwined with legs and arms wrapped together, skin glued to each other. He leaned his head against Duan Yujing’s chest as he spoke. “Tomorrow I’d like some jujube cake.”
It wasn’t that Qingge didn’t like Duan Yujing s.e.xually, it was just that his poor body could only handle so much s.e.xy ministrations, even with such thoughtful aftercare.
Duan Yujing gripped Qingge’s waist and lightly ma.s.saged it. “Mm. Tomorrow then. Is there anything else you want to eat or drink?” He said as he pressed his forehead against Qingge’s, brushing the bangs away with a left and right motion of his head. I want to spoil this guy so much!
“Can we eat out?”
“Of course. What do you want to have? Just say it. Whatever it is, I’ll try to learn how to make it at home too.” Duan Yujing smiled as he drew Qingge even closer. “Don’t be a stranger and get all formal with me here. Whatever you want, just tell me. I’ll try my best to get it for you.”
The words, “I want red bean porridge!” escaped Qingge’s lips before he could stop himself. He was surprised. If he had the strength he would have hid himself under the sheets.
Duan Yujing laughed at the unexpected enthusiasm from Qingge. “Good!. Good. I’ll take care of it. For now, you should just rest well my love.”
“Mm. Good night.” Qingge nodded his head shyly before burying himself even deeper in Duan Yujing’s embrace. He quietly muttered, “My love,” followed quickly by a, ”It’s so warm and comfortable here.” oo ooo oo so embarra.s.sing! Qingge immediately closed his eyes after speaking.
Duan Yujing’s grin nearly split his face. He certainly heard despite the quiet mumble. A sudden urge to tease Qingge came over him and he whispered, “Qingge, do you know how dear you are to me? I so enjoy your voice. Can you say more sweet nothings to me?”
For a while the room was silent filled, with only the slow and steady sounds of breathing. Duan Yujing wondered if Qingge had fallen asleep. He gazed at Qingge and wondered how a person could be so innocently adorable yet so beguilingly seductive at the same time.