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“I have something for you,” Zhao Yunlan says, because he has reached the point where he is not thinking entirely clearly. Staring at those supple lips stretch and glide over the damn lollipop would have put anyone in a state, he’s quite sure, but as he knows exactly what that mouth can do… Well. It’s a miracle he’s managed to keep his tongue for this long.
“What is it?” Shen Wei asks with such wide-eyed innocence that Zhao Yunlan almost feels like some kind of dirty old man in comparison. Almost.
“This,” Zhao Yunlan says, and leans over to brush his lips against Shen Wei’s in the briefest kiss. Though from the shocked look and bright flush that gets him, he might as well have pushed Shen Wei over and ravaged him on the spot.
“Oh,” Shen Wei says, sitting stock-still across from Zhao Yunlan. His gaze is distant, and for a moment Zhao Yunlan is worried he might have offended somehow—but then he sees Shen Wei’s fingertips go to the kissed lip. “Oh,” Shen Wei breathes.
Zhao Yunlan stares at him, enthralled. He is so damned young, this Shen Wei. And with the same beautiful face as he’s used to, only with an openness to his expression that is entirely unlike Zhao Yunlan’s Shen Wei. It's charmingly easy to tell that he doesn’t seem upset. Surprised, yes, but that oh was most certainly not a protest. “Did you like it?” Zhao Yunlan smiles.
“I—yes.” Shen Wei still seems somewhat dazed by the whole experience.
“Would you like another?” Maybe Zhao Yunlan shouldn’t be doing this—he’s certainly held back before, but tonight is going to his head. And to other places. Being this close to Shen Wei, for this long, without touching—well, without touching the way he can back home, in private—has been a strange, unhappy experience. And now his heart holds still as he waits for the answer.
There is less hesitation than Zhao Yunlan maybe expected. Shen Wei closes his eyes, and is the one to lean forward this time. Zhao Yunlan carefully cups his cheek, and kisses him again. Softly, but with more heat. Shen Wei’s weight is coming to rest against him now, and Zhao Yunlan chuckles through the kiss at the shy way Shen Wei’s hands skim against his sleeves. “You can touch, you know,” he says.
Shen Wei draws a short breath, his lips parting invitingly. Zhao Yunlan deepens the kiss, and the response is all clumsy enthusiasm. Shen Wei opens his mouth—it tastes of lollipop—and locks his arms around Zhao Yunlan’s neck. Zhao Yunlan pulls him close, until Shen Wei is practically in his lap, and strokes the inky tresses with a covetous hand.
When they break apart this time it’s because Shen Wei is forgetting how to breathe. Zhao Yunlan nudges him upright, and sees a look of bewildered amazement—still somehow very shy. “Was that… was that good?” Shen Wei asks, with a tone Zhao Yunlan has never heard before.
“Yeah,” Zhao Yunlan reassures him, and smiles. Shen Wei is catching his breath now, but it’s coming a bit ragged. With his darkened eyes and flushed face he looks—well. He looks ridiculously turned on. Zhao Yunlan should know the signs. But he makes sure there’s space between them, and tries to keep his expression neutral.
“Shen Wei, I—” He swallows. “That’s what I had for you. But if you want—I also—I mean… ugh!” Shen Wei is staring at him, and Zhao Yunlan rolls his eyes at the skies, because he has no idea how to go about proposition his lover for the first time. “Will that be all? Or would you like, um. More?”
Shen Wei’s eyes light up, and his face glows with emotions to pure and sweet and so like and unlike his Shen Wei it makes Zhao Yunlan’s heart clench. The answer is unhesitating and unafraid. “More.”