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Zhou Zishu was a pillow princess.
It was a fact he had only reluctantly accepted after years of denial. It was a preference he rarely allowed himself to indulge in. It was a secret he silently entrusted to no one but his soulmate.
"A-Xu," Wen Kexing whispered between peppering Zhou Zishu's neck with moist kisses.
With a lazy hum, Zhou Zishu turned his head to the right, giving Wen Kexing more space.
A chuckle fell from Wen Kexing's lips, the breath tickling Zhou Zishu's neck, cooling the wet spots his soft lips had left seconds ago. A shudder rushed through Zhou Zishu's body, and he got goosebumps.
"A-Xu, are you cold?" Wen Kexing's quiet voice was filled with amusement. Teasingly, he nibbled on Zhou Zishu's earlobe.
"Then warm me up, you worthless wife," Zhou Zishu replied with a huff, but his voice lacked its usual bite. He wasn't cold, and they both knew it.
"Such a lazy husband." With another chuckle, Wen Kexing leaned back and let his calloused palm travel over Zhou Zishu's upper body, from his chest down to his abs and then back up again. He was sitting next to Zhou Zishu with a smirk on his lips and adoration in his eyes.
"A-Xu," he said with a purr, twisting the fingers of his other hand, already buried deep within Zhou Zishu's body for hours.
"Lao Wen!" Zhou Zishu replied with a gasp, his naked body writhing. The cheap sheets of the inn beneath him were already wrinkled and stained with sweat, precum, and oil.
With another flick of his long, graceful, and skilled fingers, Wen Kexing sent a jolt of arousal through Zhou Zishu's whole being, stirring the fire that already threatened to burn Zhou Zishu up from the inside.
Zhou Zishu arched his back with a drawn-out moan, his hole clenching Wen Kexing's fingers in a desperate attempt to gain more of this addictive feeling that bordered on being unbearable. He lifted his hips further and further, his feet planted on the mattress for leverage.
A deep growl broke free from Wen Kexing's throat as he diligently rubbed the pads of his fingers against the sensitive spot inside of Zhou Zishu, increasing the speed, intensifying the pressure, and—
He stopped.
"Lao Wen!" Zhou Zishu huffed in frustration, his whole body shaking and convulsing as he, once again, got his orgasm denied tonight. He whined as Wen Kexing's fingers pulled back far enough until only the first knuckle remained inside. Knowing from experience that pushing his body forward in a hopeless attempt to chase them would only cause Wen Kexing to pull out completely, Zhou Zishu accepted defeat.
With a shaky intake of breath, he tried to relax, slowly letting his body rest on the sticky sheets again as Wen Kexing's other hand pushed against his torso, forcing him down quicker.
"Cheeky wife," Zhou Zishu complained once again, but Wen Kexing only smirked as if he had been complimented.
Closing his eyes, Zhou Zishu tried to regain his composure and slow down his accelerated breathing.
"Look at me, husband," Wen Kexing whispered, pulling his hand away from Zhou Zishu's chest.
Reluctantly, Zhou Zishu opened his eyes again, peering at his soulmate. Wen Kexing sat next to him, only wearing his white underrobes, untied and loosely hanging down from his elbows. His eyes were half-lidded, his chest covered in sweat, his big cock standing proud. He wasn't as unaffected by teasing Zhou Zishu as he wished to be.
With a smirk on his lips, Wen Kexing moved his free hand to his cock. Elegant fingers wrapped around the hard erection one by one, leisurely stroking up and down.
Zhou Zishu's dick twitched at the sight, his hands grabbing the damp sheets a bit tighter. Biting down on his bottom lip, he tried to refrain from begging. But Wen Kexing's gaze turned dark and knowingly, and after the next stroke of his hand, a moan escaped his lips, so sinful and lascivious that it had to have been on purpose.
Zhou Zishu whined in need, and Wen Kexing's smirk widened.
When Zhou Zishu felt Wen Kexing's fingers pushing back deep into him, he thought his soulmate finally had mercy on him, but Wen Kexing's thrusts were slow, matching the leisurely rhythm he used to stroke himself.
"Lao Wen," Zhou Zishu whispered, vulnerable, his voice broken from desire and need as he looked at his soulmate with pleading eyes.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Wen Kexing sped up the movements of his hands, stroking his cock fast and hard as he fucked Zhou Zishu with his fingers, quick and deep.
A bead of sweat rolled down from Zhou Zishu's temple, tickling his neck before it got stuck on his hair, plastered against his hot skin. Squeezing his eyes shut, he felt every muscle inside his body tensing, all of his senses focusing on his prostate getting hammered, the pressure building up, driving him to the edge, close to—
Wen Kexing pulled his fingers back again.
What had been pleasure before suddenly turned into torment, and Zhou Zishu finally snapped.
"You useless wife!"
Without wasting another moment, Zhou Zishu sat up and grabbed Wen Kexing's arms. His soulmate could only yelp in surprise, dark eyes wide, as Zhou Zishu flipped their positions, throwing Wen Kexing onto the bed. A choked-up gasp slipped from Wen Kexing's full lips as his back collided with the thin mattress, his large hands grasping into thin air and desperately searching for something to hold onto.
Unstoppably, Zhou Zishu reached behind himself to steady Wen Kexing's leaking erection before he impatiently sat down on it. They moaned in sync as they were finally connected, Zhou Zishu taking all of his soulmate's large dick without hesitation. Leaning back, he placed his hands on Wen Kexing's firm thighs and started lifting his hips, only to push them back down again.
His pace was relentless, the angle perfect, the friction stimulating.
Wen Kexing gasped, his whole body tensing, his hands reaching for Zhou Zishu's thighs, fingertips pressing into the soft skin, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks. Throwing his head back, Wen Kexing let out a deep groan, his hips twitching up to meet Zhou Zishu's movements, even though he obviously tried to hold back.
"Don't you dare come before me!" Licking his lips, Zhou Zishu stared down at his soulmate with a sultry expression, making Wen Kexing whine.
Frantically, Wen Kexing's hand reached for Zhou Zishu's cock, wrapping around it and stroking it at the same fast pace Zhou Zishu had set with his hips.
Another desperate whine fell from Wen Kexing's lips, thrashing his head left and right, the topknot on his head coming undone. He was close to losing it. Zhou Zishu could see it in the shimmering of his eyes, could hear it in the stuttering breath of his bitten back moans, could feel it in the way his trembling fingers lost the rhythm of their strokes. Wen Kexing was close to coming, eyes filled with frustrated tears, voice breaking as he choked on another erratic moan, body shaking, trembling, and twitching from too much arousal.
It was a sight to behold.
But even if Zhou Zishu enjoyed destroying his soulmate in the most pleasurable way possible, that wasn't his goal tonight.
Using the last of his remaining strength, he sped up the movements of his hips, bouncing up and down on Wen Kexing's hard, throbbing cock, letting its tip rub, and push, and press against his prostate with every thrust, feeling himself get filled up so well, so deeply, so completely.
His orgasm hit him out of nowhere when Wen Kexing flicked his hand over the tip of his cock, causing him to finally spend his seed with a high-pitched moan.
Wen Kexing followed immediately behind as if he had dutifully waited for Zhou Zishu to come before he allowed himself to give in to pleasure as well.
They lazily kept moving their hips, fucking through their orgasms until the well-earned and much-desired feeling of satisfaction finally filled their bodies and minds.
With a content sigh, Zhou Zishu flopped down on Wen Kexing, not minding the sweat and cum sticking to their chest as he felt the tension melting out of his muscles. Nuzzling his nose into the crook of his soulmate's neck, Zhou Zishu closed his eyes.
Wen Kexing brought up his hands, softly brushing Zhou Zishu's sweaty hair to one side before he leisurely stroked his back, fingers tracing the bones of his shoulder blades.
"Such a demanding husband," Wen Kexing whispered, voice defeated, but Zhou Zishu only smiled triumphantly.
Zhou Zishu was a pillow princess — stubborn, greedy, and spoiled. But a princess always got what they wanted, even if they had to take action themselves.