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[soakedinvinegar]

Ah, but Zishu is the most exquisite creature he's ever seen. Those strong limbs, the way muscle seems to move like water beneath his skin: the perfect mixture of beauty and power. And yes, Kexing's eyes linger on his lover's arousal. His ears perk up slightly and those many tails swish in a delight. It's difficult to resist Zhou Zishu when he makes himself so wonderfully enticing. Kexing can literally feel his mouth water at the thought of sucking Zishu's cock.

Kexing rises from his seating, gliding the red silk ribbon through his hands before artfully winding it around Zishu's body. He paces around the other man, binding his arms to his torso and in front of his body. It will probably be more comfortable that way once he's bent over Kexing's lap.

"Remember," he purrs as he makes the knots in the silk. "Red is only for me."

[fated_dance]

Zishu loves how Kexing sees him. His tails swish happily at the attention to his cock, lips quirked in an amused (if soft) smile. Even more so when he lets his beloved move around him as he stays still, binding his arms in a way that pleases his mate.

A shudder of pure heat runs through him at those words as knots are made and he has to swallow. This shouldn't feel so very thrilling! And yet it is. About a year, that's how long they've been here.

"My Lao Wen is the only one who gets to see me in red."

[soakedinvinegar]

A warm smile, full of fondness tugs at Kexing's lips. His tails wag happily as he secures the silk ribbons around his beloved's arms and torso. They're not so tight as to be uncomfortable, but they are snug enough that they can't easily be escaped. How funny, he thinks, that he's worried about Zishu's comfort when he's about to spank him for being 'naughty.'

Once he's satisfied with his work, Kexing strips out of his outermost robe and drops to sit on the bed. He smiles with an open hunger in his eyes and pats his lap in invitation. He's already getting hard and the tent forming in his robes is clear to see. He doesn't mind. Why should he care that he desires his husband so much and so openly?

"Come, lay across my lap."

[fated_dance]

He loves that smile and doesn't bother trying not to return it. The ribbons are snug, but he does nothing to try to wiggle free after rolling his shoulders in a hint of a test. He stands calmly, waiting, legs parted just a little. Though his head is lowered, his gaze remains fixed on his lover, watching as Kexing removes that outer later.

A low chuckle escapes at the pat to Kexing's lap, his arousal practically leaps at that hungry gaze. He smirks at the answering arousal and makes a point to rub against it in the process of draping himself obediently across that lap. "You seem to be having a small problem, Lao Wen," he teases.

[soakedinvinegar]

He lets out a soft hum as Zishu wiggles against him, running a hand along his husband's back to gather his hair and drape it over a shoulder. While he finds all of Zishu breathtaking, it's his shoulderblades Kexing's fixates on. Ever since he first saw them, he knew he wanted Zishu forever; wanted to be Zishu's forever.

One hand grazes along the column of his lover's spine, following the subtle s-curve from the base of his neck to the small of back. Both hands take turns caressing the curve of his ass, kneading the toned muscle gently.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," Kexing states in a husky voice. Almost as soon as the words fall from his lips, he raises his hand and strikes. The resounding clap of skin slapping skin seems to echo in the charged silence of the room.

[fated_dance]

A sigh escapes as that hand runs over his skin, encouraging him to relax in this new position. It never fails to amuse him how much his beloved enjoys shoulder blades, but he also finds it rather cute.

The stroking over back and ass has him wiggling and humming as his tails make sure to stay out of the way, the tips twitching in glee. The kneading draws a low groan as heat shoots straight to his groin - as his beloved likely feels, considering where his arousal is pressed.

The groan becomes a gasp as a hand slaps his ass, making him jump a little even though he'd been expecting it. Just, not the extra shot of arousal that comes with it! "Not nearly enough!" Listen to him! He almost laughs at himself, it's ridiculous for such a thing to send so much heat through him!

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing laughs at the challenge, though his goal is not to hurt his lover. But he's pleased with the response Zishu's body is having. He savors the feel of Zishu's erection growing against his lap, his own swelling to mirror it. There's a small respite as Kexing lets his eyes roam across his husband's back, drinking in the sight of his shoulder blades and the contrast of the red silk ribbon against his skin.

However, it's brief. His hand comes down again, with more force, smacking against Zishu's ass. A red handprint lingers after the slap and Kexing grins at the sight of it. A mark of claiming his mate.