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"He slept already?" was the first thing he guessed when he entered the dark room.
Wukong hooked his fingers inside the heel cap of the shoes he wore, pulled it out and placed the slip-ons as quietly as possible above the shoe rack. After slipping his suitcase into the living room, he tip-toed hurriedly to their bedroom as he loosened up his tie.
He lighted up the table lamp to see the older figure already snoring softly under the blanket. Wukong noticed Plotter's uniform was still placed messily on the chair's top rail. He sighed, wondering if Plotter was also gone right onto the bed after work. Perhaps…
The man quickly finished his business in the bathroom and changed to half-naked with shorts, because the first thing he wanted to do right then was to snuggle to his husband's nape, spreading the warmness from his freshly bathed chest onto the older's back.
"Tch. You and your habit of wearing undershirts." Wukong's nose crinkled, disappointed knowing the other dressed more than him. Was that his dirty undershirt?? who knows.
He hopped to their bed anyway, and right before he booped his nose to Plotter's little hair above his nape though, the older turned back, hitting his elbow to Wukong's nose in the process.
"Ugh what the fuck..?"
"Your.. fault for sneaking up on me." Plotter muttered. His voice sounded so sleepy and hoarse uugh he's so cute I'm-
"Fuck you, Moon." Wukong said instead. Pinching his nose lightly. He just laughed, then Plotter wrapped his arms around him, like a kid who missed his mom and just met after 5 years.
Wukong grinned, "Why are you this clingy? This isn’t you, heh."
"Cold." the older said, his words mumbled against the pillow and Wukong's neck. The younger was stunned for some seconds before he stroke Plotter's hair, carefully secured the other in a hug too.
“You missed me.”
“No. Shut up.”
"Come on, I just left for three days." Wukong teased. He knew, but Plotter was just a whole chunk of rocks when it comes to admitting his feelings.
"Yeah. I don’t really care." The voice finally heard clearer, denying all that. But the hug that tightened around Wukong said otherwise. He found it cute how barely awake Plotter was as they cuddled closer.
He pulled back to pamper kisses on the other to find Plotter’s eyebrows pinched into one frustrating tension. Deep lines appeared on his forehead, so Wukong tried to massage them away with his thumb. “You’re tired.”
Something happened back in his work?
“Nn.” Plotter didn’t answer specifically. Though, his face was still looking tense.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He sneaked his arms around Plotter’s waist, still attempting to lure his husband out to finally say it. “Plus I’ve gone for a few days so you miss me too- and it gets more frustrating, isn’t it?” Wukong playfully tickled the other’s hip.
“Stop it..” Plotter whined, eyes trying to shut, sleepy. But a few moments after he could see Plotter was actually trying to hide his tears.
"Hey, it’s okay.” Wukong noticed. “You know I'll always come back." Wukong backed to look properly at his lover's face now. He kissed the older by the temple.
"Let the tears out, Moon." Wukong smiled. "You'll get better."
He expected it because Plotter ever let his own guard down at times like this, but he didn’t really anticipate Plotter to… cry. It was very out of character coming from him. Though, this kind of moment would come once in a while, wouldn’t it?
Plotter nodded, his face calm, and a drop of his tears just rolled onto the pillow. Wukong peppered kisses on his face with warmth, swept away the wet trails on his cheek.
Plotter was normally in charge of comforting the sulky Wukong, usually with his act of service. The younger rarely take a part in the opposite of the epitome. But Plotter was a fragile man, too. He often blamed himself for anything that went wrong, and to how introverted he was, he also rarely shared the concerns and issues he had- whether it was about his work or with his family. Let alone when they had a fight. It was hard to communicate heart to heart with a person like him, so when this happened Wukong had to make his move to make everything alright as it should be.
Wukong sometimes took a chance to take care of him until they decided to fuck, earning decent nights of sleep afterward. Wukong really liked being on top and seeing Plotter becoming a mess under him but not as much as when Plotter took control of pleasuring the younger. Well, they switched anyways.
Now, before Wukong could achieve any praise from his husband, he should spoil him first. Not like he wasn't willing to do it to his beloved though.
"You okay now? Hm?" He caressed the older's cheeks.
Plotter smiled faintly, “Not that easy. But yeah."
"Should I give you more kisses?! I must take my peach lip balm first, maybe you'll like it." Wukong reached out his hand to the drawer.
"No. Don’t” Plotter stopped the other's hand immediately, a wider smile with snorts appeared.
"Oh you wanna kiss me dry so bad? Is that why you finally laughed?" Wukong giggled, hugging Plotter tight.
"You’re no help.” Plotter answered, but his face look lively, eyes locking at Wukong directly.
Wukong lifted Plotter so his husband rested above him, he sat above the younger's stomach as they chuckled nonstop.
Plotter leaned in, his hands were between Wukong's armpits to prop himself, placing a soft kiss above lips. It was rare to find Plotter initiating the kiss, Wukong liked it so much. Bird kisses turned sloppy as they go on.
"So.. Was it about work?" Wukong said between their closed distance.
"I failed getting the agreement for the new project tender.” he leaned back. "The deal didn’t make them convinced enough.” Plotter frowned and the man under him immediately patted his shoulder, slowly trailing to gently grip Plotter’s bicep and pulled him down again.
A kiss on the nose, “It’s not that bad.” another on both of Plotter's cheeks, “There are still a pile of proposals waiting for your sign, right?” he grabbed the older's chin to crash their lips again. “Maybe start looking at those instead of chasing other projects. Who knows you can get the surplus too.”
"I know. It was still bad though." Plotter unexpectedly gave a slight pout. "Because I couldn’t call you after the meeting.”
Wukong's head plopped deeper onto the pillow. He got caught off guard. "I knew it! You actually missed me! But still.. Sorry."
“It’s fine. You’re here.”
"Yes, I’m here. AND I have day offs next week. Will that repay your grudge?" the man underneath slid his hand against Plotter's forearm.
"Good offer." his husband said, smiling- Wukong even blushed at it. He was so pretty.
They kissed and kissed again, until words that Plotter couldn't express were finally shared with the other. Wukong's hand was placed on Plotter's shoulder, gliding so slowly until he could grab the older's round butts. Plotter halted while pushing himself up, looking at Wukong under his long bangs, face reddened.
“You don’t like me doing this?” Wukong patted Plotter’s bum.
"Cut it out.. will you."
"We're married, Plotter. This is natural." Wukong chuckled, blush smeared across his face.
“Not at all considering I have a partner that still fucks like rabbits after these 6 years.” Plotter rose his eyebrow, his smile was soft and those lips were already moist Wukong wanted to devour it all night long. “Aren’t you tired?”
“With someone like you? Never.”