“I know. But it’s what I’m good at, and it isn’t as if I dislike it. Just that sometimes it’s a pain in my ass.” He came around to the back of the couch where Xiaokai and Weiran were sitting and dropped a kiss onto the top of both of their heads. Xiaokai swatted at him without any real feeling. “I’ll text one of you when I’m on my way back, but I’ll probably just stay the night in the office so I can handle things in the morning.”

“Mn. Bring us breakfast,” Weiran called after him as he walked away. When he’d finally gotten his coat and scarf on and left out the door, Weiran immediately put his glass back on the table and wrapped Xiaokai up in his arms, peppering Xiaokai’s face with kisses.

“Hey, hey, slow down.”

Weiran grinned against his mouth. “Why, do you want to take the lead?”

“Ugh. Asshole.” Xiaokai kissed him again, slower, languid, his tongue sliding against Weiran’s. “You have no self-control.”

“I have excellent self-control, actually. I would have jumped you a long time ago if I didn’t.” He pushed at Xiaokai lightly, knocking him onto his back across the couch, and straddled his waist. “I spent years without having sex waiting for you. I’m going to take as much as I can get.”

“You call basically telling Xingyu that you wanted to have sex with me—you call that self-control?”

“He knows we have sex. It isn’t as if it’s a secret.” Weiran bent down and pressed a kiss to Xiaokai’s mouth, to his jaw, to his neck, to his collarbone—just going lower and lower.

“I don’t want him to know.”

“Xiaokai…” Weiran paused with his lips still on Xiaokai’s chest, and he looked up at Xiaokai through his eyelashes. “I don’t want to be mean, but do you know how loud you are during sex?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Weiran continued moving down, his hands working at the buttons so he could get to Xiaokai’s skin. “Tell me the truth.”

“I am telling the—hah.” The words caught in Xiaokai’s throat as Weiran’s tongue touched his navel. “Weiran, please.”

“Tell me the truth and I will.” He unfastened the button of Xiaokai’s pants now and his hot breath ghosted over the tent in Xiaokai’s pants. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“I’m going to break up with you.”

Weiran very gently fastened his teeth around the skin at Xiaokai’s hipbone. “Just say it and you can fuck my mouth all you want, honey.”

The thought of Weiran’s mouth around him, of his tongue against his length, of the look on his face when Xiaokai pushed all the way into his throat. He tangled his fingers into Weiran’s hair and gasped out a plea, but Weiran wasn’t going to back down.