“I’ll be fine.”

“Do you—uh—want to—when you’re done—” Is the break over?

“Just let me know whether you’re moved out by tonight,” said Xiaokai, and then he paused, and then said, “It’s better if you get out of here faster.”

Translation: don’t stay here just for me.

“I’ll be fine,” Xiaokai said again. He pulled Weiran off his arm and left.

“IT’S BEEN A while.” Hu Yongzhu had Xiaokai handcuffed to the bed and he stood over him with a long black whip. The only thing he’d allowed Xiaokai to keep on was his button-up, which he’d torn open almost as soon as he possibly could. “Did you miss me?”

Xiaokai mumbled an affirmative around his ball gag. His legs ached from a flurry of attacks from the whip, but he couldn’t shift to get into a more comfortable position—Hu Yongzhu had bound his ankles to the bedframe as well. Until the appointment ended, he was totally at this man’s mercy.

“Breathe through your nose, Xiaokai.” Hu Yongzhu slowly knelt between Xiaokai’s legs. He traced the outline of Xiaokai’s nipples with his whip. “You’re beautiful.” He kissed him then, softly, right in the center of his bruised chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

Xiaokai let himself relax into the bed. Hu Yongzhu had reached the second stage of his appointments with Xiaokai: in the beginning, he was always rough, and then by the end he was so desperate to keep the appointment going that he turned gentle and sweet. Of course, the most comforting of it all was—he was nothing like Bai Xue.

Hu Yongzhu slid into Xiaokai with a groan. As he built up a rhythm, his hands scrambled at Xiaokai’s face to undo the gag, and then when he’d finally undone the latch and thrown it on the ground he pressed a wet, messy kiss to Xiaokai’s mouth.

“Hah—Pres-President Hu, you d-didn’t bring cig—hah—cigarettes.”

Hu Yongzhu’s laughter turned into a groan at the last moment with another thrust into Xiaokai. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you miss them?”

“N-no.”

Hu Yongzhu fastened his mouth onto Xiaokai’s neck.

“Hey! Nothing v-visible!”

“Hah. Sorry.” He stopped sucking and kissed Xiaokai again instead. “I’ve missed your taste. It’s been too long.”

“Get—ngh—bored of your wife or something?”

“My wife has nothing on you.” Hu Yongzhu pushed in one more time and his hips shuddered with his release. “Hah—you feel so good, Xiaokai.”

Xiaokai showered afterward. There was nothing to do about the wounds all over his legs, but he did get all of Hu Yongzhu’s cum off of his face and his stomach as well as his saliva off his neck. “At the very least,” he muttered to himself, “you could have made me come too.”

“Xiaokai, I’m heading out.”