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“It’s been an hour, Wu Xian,” Feng Xi complained.
In the darkness of Wu Xian’s office, he sat on Wu Xian’s lap, back against his chest, while Wu Xian leaned against his chair. The computer on Wu Xian’s desk illuminated Feng Xi’s body, casting light on bare flesh and lean muscle. Besides the plain white stockings clinging to his long legs, he was entirely nude.
Wu Xian, on the other hand, was far more decently dressed. He hadn’t yet gotten the chance to change from the outfit he’d worn to work; he’d gone home and immediately begun working overtime. He was still fully clothed, his chest hot underneath the confines of a cream turtleneck and his legs tucked in black slacks, besides one exception—
His cock, nestled snugly in the slick heat of Feng Xi’s hole.
For a moment, Wu Xian stopped typing and slid his left hand down the side of Feng Xi’s body. Though Feng Xi’s stockings reached past his knees, they still left a smooth, tantalizing area of thigh exposed to the air. Wu Xian pinched it, watching the soft skin bloom pink under his fingers.
“Be patient,” he chided him.
Feng Xi whimpered at his touch, arching his back. He tilted his head over Wu Xian’s shoulder, and his long hair brushed against his body. His voice was low and soft against Wu Xian’s ear, stoking the heat curling in Wu Xian’s lower abdomen. “When will you be done? I’ve waited for so long.”
Wu Xian scrolled through the files left. “I need another hour.”
At that, Feng Xi slammed his hips down, wrenching a groan from Wu Xian’s lips. “Finish it faster,” he commanded.
Wu Xian’s right eyebrow twitched. Feng Xi had always been so haughty, so demanding. He shouldn't be the one issuing orders; it was entirely his fault that Wu Xian hadn’t been able to finish his work yet. Feng Xi's ideas had led them to their current position. If Wu Xian kept impulsively accommodating his whims, a trend that grew more concerningly frequent every year they spent together, Feng Xi would grow spoiled and greedy from his lenience.
And yet Wu Xian secretly delighted in satisfying Feng Xi, in knowing Feng Xi trusted him to take care of him. He wanted nothing more than to pin Feng Xi to the desk and give him what he wanted. A hard and fast fuck or a slow and sweet lovemaking session—as long as it resulted in Feng Xi curling up in his arms with the small and tender smile that appeared when he was especially pleased, he would do it for him.
They would do anything for each other now.
Still, Wu Xian needed to control himself. Once he gave in to everything Feng Xi’s body promised, there was no way he would be able to finish his work by the end of the night. His boss would complain. Feng Xi would fight his boss for complaining. Then his boss would complain about Feng Xi fighting his boss for complaining. No one would be happy.
So for now, Wu Xian rolled his hips once against Feng Xi’s sweet spot, and he pressed an apologetic kiss to the back of his neck. “If you keep whining, it’ll take longer,” he warned. The thrust wasn’t enough to satisfy either of them, but it was enough to serve as a promise of what was to come.
Feng Xi trembled a little, shivering. He looked ready to protest again, his flushed face set in a perfect picture of petulance. Wu Xian waited for an outburst, a storm, a torrent of expletives.
In the end, however, Feng Xi simply stayed quiet. He relaxed against Wu Xian, pliant and warm and peaceful. Wu Xian watched his stubborn and prideful lover warily. Was Feng Xi finally being obedient?
After waiting a little bit, Wu Xian caressed Feng Xi’s thighs again, just to indulge in the silky skin once more, and went back to work. When his hands touched the keyboard, Feng Xi did something delicious with his internal muscles, bringing Wu Xian to the edge instantly.
“Bastard—“
The pressure around his cock diminished. Feng Xi looked at him innocently, doe eyes wide and sparkling.
“Why aren’t you working, Wu Xian? I’m not complaining, am I?” he pouted. His defensive questions had a deadly edge to them. “Are you going to criticize me even after you’ve left me waiting?”
Wu Xian gritted his teeth, breathing hard. He absolutely did not think Feng Xi's pouting face was cute, and he absolutely did not want to kiss him again. He continued typing, perhaps a little more loudly than usual, and completed another document. Then, after a few minutes, when Wu Xian’s erection started to soften, Feng Xi clenched down again, keeping Wu Xian rock hard inside of him.
Wu Xian bit back his moan. How could he have ever considered Feng Xi being obedient? Feng Xi had chosen the most agonizing possible punishment for him after all.
He would be lucky if he could finish within the next hour.