The fantasy was a little different this time. In his head, Xingyu was coming out of the shower. Weiran had seen him with wet hair before, so it was nothing new to cut and paste Xingyu’s face on Liu Xiaokai’s body. He was coming out of the shower, toweling off his hair. He was wearing a robe. It was hanging open. He came closer to Weiran—Weiran who was sitting on the bed, who was…yes, he was wearing a robe too, tied around his waist, and when Xingyu saw Weiran he came over slowly, abandoning his towel right outside the bathroom door—he came closer to Weiran and stopped right in front of him and Weiran could see all of him, every detail—the long legs, the smooth brown skin, the slight curve where his waist met his hips, the way his hair gathered between his legs, the length of him—

Weiran bit onto the back of his free hand and thrust into his fist.

Xingyu reached down, traced the edge of Weiran’s jaw—then he took hold of it, firm—bent down, pressed his lips to Weiran’s mouth. Weiran gasped and pressed into the kiss, he reached forward, he grasped at Xingyu’s waist, pulling him forward—

And his leg started vibrating.

“Fuck.” Weiran fell out of the fantasy with a crash and glared for a minute at the tent in his pants before he moved the hand he’d been using as a makeshift gag to grab his phone. “Hello?”

“I figured out the code to the door.” Xingyu’s voice was low, hushed. Weiran sat up and hated how his hard-on didn’t go away and even probably got harder at the sound of Xingyu’s voice.

“Wh—already?”

“We need to move forward with the plan. I don’t know how long he’s going to keep the same code so—” Xingyu’s voice got louder—“No, don’t worry, I’m going to grab something to eat before I head home, so you can just go back.”—and then got quieter again, switched back to English: “Set up whatever you need. Let’s plan on doing this tomorrow. He said he has a meeting that he’s taking one of his secretaries to, which means there’s only going to be one of them left, so as soon as she goes on her break I’ll be able to get in. How long will it take to get in the system?”

Weiran was already climbing out of bed and digging into his bag for his computer. “Not long. I’d been poking at their system every time I had the chance, before you said I should lay low. I’m not going to be stealing data anytime soon without someone noticing the door I came through, but I can access the cameras without issues. Probably.”

“Probably?”