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Lu Yao pushes the papers from him and prepares to dart out of the closed room when suddenly, a warm hand wraps firmly around his arm and Chusheng is by his side the next moment. A cloud of the familiar scent of Chusheng’s cologne envelopes him and he finds himself caged between Chusheng’s arms.
Lu Yao sighs silently in defeat. There is no way he can escape from those arms, which means he has to go through these papers. He purses his lips and thinks, well, Chusheng did say that he would read them out for him. Might as well sit back and listen.
Qiao Chusheng moves to drag the paper towards him to read, and Lu Yao is suddenly very aware of Chusheng’s solid presence behind him. A little too aware. His heart speeds up as he feels Chusheng’s body brush against his back and when he speaks, his voice is low beside his ear. Lu Yao gulps nervously.
His breath ghosts gently over the back of Lu Yao’s ear, and every word that he says is drowned out by a white noise within him he is pretty sure is caused by how fast his blood is flowing through his system right now.
Focus, San Tu. Focus.
He squeezes his eyes close and tries to even out his breathing, reminding himself that the person standing behind him is his friend for god’s sake! A friend who frequents the club and flirts shamelessly with women in front of him. A friend who decidedly is not interested in him.
“Are you even listening?”
Lu Yao jumps and snaps his eyes open, the action pushing him closer within Qiao Chusheng’s embrace.
Not an embrace.
“Yes! Yes, of course I’m listening,” Lu Yao replies, looking hastily at the paper to speed read the documents.
A hand slams down on the words and slides the paper away from his view. Qiao Chusheng looks down at him and brings his face even closer to Lu Yao.
不是吧，乔楚生你要是再近一点我就
—
我就
—
[This can’t be, Qiao Chusheng, if you come closer I will—I will—]
“Then you tell me, what did I say just now?” Qiao Chusheng teases, a smile curving the side of his lips. Lu Yao tilts his head up to meet his eyes, and is pleased to find nothing but amusement and affection within them.
“Qiao tanzhang, are you doubting the capabilities of your consultant?” Lu Yao breathes, scolding himself for the way the sentence came out—more coy than biting.
The ghost of a smile turns into a full-blown smile, the type that Qiao Chusheng only allows Lu Yao to see, the one that creeps onto his face when Lu Yao turns his back to him.
“The consultant who steals Inspector Qiao’s possessions?”
Lu Yao pouts and turns his head away, huffing. “That’s not stealing! You gave them to me.”
Qiao Chusheng chuckles. Only someone as shameless as Lu Yao can say that without a hint of guilty conscience in his voice.
“Hmm, they’re yours,” Qiao Chusheng indulges him, bringing his finger to Lu Yao’s chin to tilt his head back to face him.
Lu Yao’s face lights up at that, forgetting all propriety. “Really? Really?” he asks, so excited that he didn’t realise how he had pressed his entire body into Qiao Chusheng’s chest, the back of his head resting at Chusheng’s shoulder.
“我的就是你的，阿垚。”
[What’s mine is yours, A-Yao.]
Lu Yao’s eyes widens in shock, and when Chusheng’s warm, calloused hand rests gently on the side of his face, Lu Yao is surprised that his eyes had not fallen out of their sockets.
“Qiao—Qiao tanzhang, what is this?” Lu Yao stutters, trying to pull out of Qiao Chusheng’s grip, but his hand moves slowly down to his neck and his thumb brushes gently across his pulse point.
So much gentleness in a person who can snap his neck cleanly in half if he wanted to. Lu Yao should feel afraid, but instead, he feels safe.
Safe, and also terribly attracted.
“A-Yao, you’re smart. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen how I’ve been showing my affections,” Chusheng’s eyes are affectionate as he grants Lu Yao a soft grin.
Lu Yao frowns but doesn’t pull away. “How many times have you flirted with women in front of me?” he snaps.
Chusheng’s expression doesn’t change as he says, “Why? Jealous? Half the time those women were eyeing you and the other half…” he smirks. Lu Yao’s heart skips a beat. “I was indeed trying to make you jealous.”
Lu Yao feigned annoyance and huffed. “Nice try, but too bad you failed.”
“Did I?” Chusheng’s satisfied smirk widens as he brushes his thumb over Lu Yao’s lower lips. Lu Yao’s eyes flutters shut on their own accord, the way they always do when Qiao Chusheng couldn’t help but brush longingly across it.
“Mn.” Lu Yao nods hard.
“Well, okay then. I’ve got to try harder,” Qiao Chusheng says, pulling swiftly away from Lu Yao and heading towards the door.
Lu Yao frowns at the sudden lost of contact and stands to grab onto Qiao Chusheng’s wrist before he opens the door to leave.
“Aiyah! I was joking, joking…” Lu Yao says, his grip tightening over Chusheng’s wrist.
“So, did it work?” Qiao Chusheng asks.
Lu Yao scowls and stubbornly looks away.
Qiao Chusheng’s grin widens as he turns the doorknob.
“Fine! Fine! I was jealous okay? I was jealous!” Lu Yao says, pushing Chusheng’s hand from the doorknob and wedging himself between Chusheng and the door.
“Good boy,” Chusheng says, crowding Lu Yao against the door, one hand reaching behind Lu Yao’s back.
Disappointment crawls onto Lu Yao’s face as he sighs and lowers his head. “Still want to leave?”
The lock clicks shut.
Lu Yao’s head snaps up in time to see Chusheng’s face close in on his, before an insistent pair of lips presses against his.
Lu Yao’s hands unconsciously runs up Chusheng’s chest, and he swallows back a groan when Chusheng’s tongue drags roughly along his lips before delving into his mouth. His hand fists into Chusheng’s blazer as he is kissed so thoroughly that his legs feel weak under his weight.
Chusheng pulls away to stare into Lu Yao’s eyes, looking slightly dishevelled and out of breath. “Like what you feel?”
Lu Yao finds himself nodding before he could stop himself.
With one swift motion, Qiao Chusheng shrugs out of his blazer and moves to his buttons, his face filled with mischief.
Lu Yao lets out an embarrassed whine and prepares his escape, but his knees suddenly buckle under his weight and his head thuds lightly against the door. Chusheng frowns and catches Lu Yao. “Be careful,” he chides, rubbing the back of Lu Yao’s head.
Then, as if Lu Yao weighs nothing, he lifts Lu Yao up by his thighs and deposits him unceremoniously onto the table, pushing the papers carelessly away. Some of them drift onto the floor.
“The case—” Lu Yao starts, eyeing the crumpled papers with faked concern.
“The case can wait,” Qiao Chusheng says as he takes Lu Yao’s lips into his once again, and nothing else managed to occupy his mind for a long time.