“Sure,” Xiaokai called out. “I’ll see you next time.”

Once he was clean, he checked his phone for messages. Two from Xingyu detailing how he was working on an identity to hire Weiran and that he would come back later to pick up Weiran and move him into the house tonight, and one from Weiran that just said: “I told Xingyu I have a few things to wrap up here at the hotel. He’ll pick me up at eleven.”

Xiaokai checked his phone. Ten-fifteen.

He went to room five-two-zero. Let himself in without knocking. Was immediately crushed into a hug.

“What are you doing?” Xiaokai pushed him off, but Weiran kept holding onto him, one hand on each shoulder, his face earnest.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. He didn’t even use cigarettes this time.” Xiaokai took Weiran’s jaw in one hand and kissed him—slow and sweet, like Weiran liked it. Weiran sighed a little into the kiss but broke away a moment later.

“I got a first aid kit. Let me see.”

What the hell? “I’m not here to get patched up. I can do that later. I’m here so you can fuck my brains out. Unless you wanted to be the bottom again?”

That didn’t even make Weiran blush. He just looked even more concerned, the bastard. “So you do need to be patched up, then.”

“I don’t—no, I’m seriously fine.”

Weiran moved his hands from Xiaokai’s shoulder to either side of his face. “Let me see,” he said softly.

“Aiya, fine.” Xiaokai stripped off his pants and then spread his arms out. “Happy?”

Weiran’s gaze moved down, lingered on his thighs. He pressed his lips together. “Sit on the bed.”

“Please tell me it’s because you want to give me a blowjob. The last one was a little clumsy, but it was cute.”

“Just sit down, Xiaokai.”

Xiaokai sat down. He spread his legs too, even passed a hand between his legs, but Weiran didn’t blink. He just grabbed a little container by the door and brought it over. “Are you an expert on bandaging wounds or what?”

Weiran reached out and, with a feather-light touch, traced the red welts decorating Xiaokai’s skin. “What happened?”

“It was just a whip.”

“Did he have to be this harsh on you?”

“What can I do? It’s what he gets off on. He can’t get hard without someone screaming or crying.”

“Then he doesn’t need to get hard.”

That made Xiaokai laugh. “Well, he figured out how to do without at least once. He has a kid, and I don’t think his wife knows about what really makes him tick. Are you going to do something, or are we just going to sit here and look at each other?”

Weiran stood up. “I think we should ice it. It should help with the swelling.”