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“You better.” Zhao Yunlan shifted to be able to twist enough to capture Lin Jing’s lips in a kiss. There was still so much love in the action, but an ease and softness that showed no urgency. In each other’s company, Zhao Yunlan felt completely at ease.
His mind wandered on how he would fuck his husband tonight. He wanted to give the other plenty of access to him in order to kiss and bite and mark, still craving that after not much of that happened earlier, so fucking him from behind wouldn’t be ideal. It wasn’t the first time that Zhao Yunlan wished he had the same strong body as his husband so he could pick the other up and fuck him against a wall, but he knew well enough after years of attempts as a teenager to build such muscle that the effort to do so was beyond unhealthy and his body would only keep the natural strength he used day to day for work unless he was constantly working out, an activity Zhao Yunlan didn’t really enjoy. He would be his lean, thin self and that was okay. Lin Jing loved his body just how it was.
“Want to fuck you while you sit on the bathroom counter,” Zhao Yunlan muttered between kisses. “Get to see how your back moves and your muscles shift in the mirror.”
"I was under the illusion that you would stay in bed, but it didn't last long," Lin Jing laughed, his husband's sexual creativity was truly something to behold. "Let me rest just a moment longer before you decide how to prep me for you. Compassionate Buddha is witness that I need two minutes." If he had the slightest curiosity about ordinary people, he would know that two minutes was not an acceptable amount of time to rest between one fuck and another. He kept forgetting for almost three whole years that his stamina and disposition in bed affairs were also affected by his cultivation.
“Two minutes for my gege,” Zhao Yunlan easily relented with a quick kiss. After so long together, sometimes it was easy to forget how different his own abilities in the bedroom could be. Sure he had no problem pleasuring his partner’s in the past, but it wasn’t uncommon to quickly bounce back and want more. In the past he didn’t think that much about it and would often end up getting off on his own just as much as he did with his past partners. Lin Jing kept up with him very well in comparison. There were some theories in Zhao Yunlan’s mind, probably having to do with their paths of cultivation, but he didn’t care too much about the why because it was just perfect for them and that’s all he needed to know. In addition to his short refractory period, after having sex with Lin Jing, always left Zhao Yunlan relaxed and more focused. With Lin Jing’s body so close, he almost always used this clarity to think of the next way to enjoy his husband’s company even more.
So while Lin Jing rested for just a short time longer, Zhao Yunlan let himself ponder the options ahead of them. Over their years together, they’d learned many positions opening each other up and they’d crave each other regardless of their place in the house, so there were bottles of lube in various rooms of the house – much to Da Qing’s agony – so he knew there was one waiting for them in the bathroom.
He thought the best idea would be to prep Lin Jing from behind first, then he could focus on his task without being constantly distracted, while still getting to enjoy the view thanks to the mirror and Lin Jing could watch him too. Only after Lin Jing’s body was ready, Zhao Yunlan could turn him around and help hoist him up onto the edge of the counter. The longer his thoughts carried on, the harder he grew again and his eagerness built back up for more. He couldn’t tell if it had been the two minutes that Lin Jing had asked for or if it just felt like it had been far longer because of his own desperation, but regardless he wanted them to get to round two soon. “Gege,” he begged, clenching down a bit around Lin Jing as he felt the first hint of the other’s cock starting to stir again.
"Hm, what? If you don't request anything specific, your gege will just stay here, lazy and enjoying your ass." And Zhao Yunlan had no doubt that Lin Jing would do exactly as he said if no other task was given to him. If Zhao Yunlan didn't act soon, he would end up being fucked again exactly the way they were and he knew it well.
“Please get up with me so I can fuck you on the counter after prepping you from behind,” Zhao Yunlan whined the filthy words, because there was no shame in asking Lin Jing for what he wanted. “Please, gege. I’ll make you feel so good.”
"Oh," Lin Jing chuckled and pulled out, rolling to the side, ready to get up. "With such specific instructions, it's easier to work." Getting to his feet and starting to head for the bathroom, he added, "Don't be late and be right behind me as soon as possible."
With Lin Jing’s own instructions, Zhao Yunlan got up quickly and was both figuratively and literally on Lin Jing’s ass, hands first finding the other’s waist then moving lower as he walked barely a step behind him. “Right behind you,” he teased with a squeeze, already starting to kiss Lin Jing’s back. He could feel the mess inside him slowly start to leak onto his legs, but he didn’t worry too much, they would get messier before they finally cleaned up together.
By now, Lin Jing was so used to that man grabbing his ass, naked or dressed, at any given chance, that his first reaction was always to laugh. And just after that to give in to the growing desire it caused when the touches lasted, followed by more contact between them. As soon as they entered the bathroom, he was already resting his hands on the counter and relaxing his back. "This humble husband is yours to do with as you please," he teased.
Zhao Yunlan pressed a few more kisses against Lin Jing’s back as he felt up his husband and used his wandering hands to guide him into a position where he was slightly leaned over the edge of the counter, making his ass stick out in comparison. It was a delicious sight that made Zhao Yunlan’s cock even harder.
Once he was happy with how Lin Jing was standing, Zhao Yunlan looked into the mirror to make eye contact as he opened the bottle of lube that sat on the counter and coated his fingers. He let his fingers circle Lin Jing’s hole a few times and recoated them one more time before gently starting to push inside. This was mostly foreplay more than proper prep but that didn’t mean Zhao Yunlan wouldn’t treat it with the same care as he always did to make sure Lin Jing was thoroughly ready for him.
Lin Jing moaned softly at the sensation of the warm, wet fingers caressing and pressing against his hole, instinctively lifting his hips a little more to feel better when Zhao Yunlan pushed in. He didn't know where his husband kept so many ideas for sex in the same head he used to store information about all the department's cases and a lot of other things, but he certainly knew how to appreciate it.
It was so easy for him to relax into their intimacy that anything his husband wanted to do would be easy. And the way Zhao Yunlan just knew he could and would proceed to do whatever he wanted made Lin Jing even more aroused. "A-Lan..." Any desires and willingness were implicit in that name, whispered with the lust of someone who wanted to be fucked.
“I’ve got you, gege,” Zhao Yunlan reassured, already reaching for the lube again to make sure his husband was properly stretched. He wet his fingers before bringing them back to Lin Jing’s hole and guiding two in at once in order to scissor them open to relax the muscles there more. After setting a rhythm, Zhao Yunlan looked back up to their reflections. The way Lin Jing’s head was slightly leaned back, his hooded eyes, and how his hair laid smoothly over his shoulders and down his back made Zhao Yunlan moan in anticipation, kissing his shoulder in a spot between strands of silky hair before sucking on the spot just enough to leave a faint mark later. “You’re so hot,” he praised as he pushed his fingers deeper and curved them slightly to brush directly against Lin Jing’s prostate.
The loudest moan between panting was all Lin Jing could respond to having his most sensitive spot stroked. The feeling of the fingers sliding wetly inside him, thrusting into him, alone was enough to bring him to the edge - and in fact, he had come only with those fingers enough times for his husband to be fully aware of how much he liked it. It all always felt so right, to allow himself to simply feel all the things the person he loved wanted to share with him.
It felt a bit better when his husband's fingers stroked that soft spot again and again and he couldn't help but end up moaning a little louder, the urge to have the other growing fast. “Please, a-Lan…” he begged as he rarely did.
After a few more thrusts with his fingers, Zhao Yunlan pulled them out before stepping back just enough to be able to pull Lin Jing up from where he was leaned over and almost manhandle him to turn around. As soon as he was able, he leaned in to desperately kiss Lin Jing. “Are you ready?” he whispered against his husband’s lips, putting his hands under his husband’s thighs right at the base of his ass to help him get up onto the edge of the counter.
As soon as Lin Jing sat down on the edge of the counter, his arms were already wrapped around Zhao Yunlan’s shoulders. “This poor servant doesn’t like the cold of the counter on his ass, so please, benefactor, hurry up and warm up down here.” If Zhao Yunlan had said 'yes' when a fake monk had proposed to him, he was perfectly aware of what he would hear in the best and worst situations from then on. Sex included. Lin Jing had no shame of joking at such moments, not even when he was so eager to be his husband's.
“Smart ass,” Zhao Yunlan mumbled before kissing Lin Jing again to keep him quiet at least for a moment while he blindly put more lube on his cock and guided Lin Jing closer to the edge, taking on more of the man’s weight to stay steady. The moment the head of his cock started to push inside, the kiss was cut off by a moan. “Ah, gege.” Lin Jing’s tight heat never failed to bring Zhao Yunlan right to the edge of coming almost immediately. Especially with this being their second round, he knew that neither of them would last long. Still he paused just enough to compose himself before continuing to gradually thrust deeper into Lin Jing until his hips were flush against his husband.
The feeling of being so full with Zhao Yunlan's cock buried deep inside him made Lin Jing sink his face in the crook of his husband's neck, moaning against his skin, wishing he could grind on that cock, but completely at the mercy of whenever the other wanted to move. He crossed his legs behind his husband's hips, loosely so as not to hinder his movements, just enough so that their bodies were touching more. Muffled against Zhao Yunlan's neck, he still had something to say before his mouth got too busy, "Fuck me. Hard. And don't stop until you've come deep inside."
And how could Zhao Yunlan argue or even sass such an idea? He brought one hand up to Lin Jing’s hair, because he could never pass up any opportunity to get his fingers buried in his silky strands, and the other to Lin Jing’s lower back, so he could urge the other’s hips towards him with each thrust. The last moment of tenderness was a single kiss to the top of the other’s head, then he did exactly as he was told.
Lin Jing clenched perfectly around him with each thrust, making a choked moan fill the air from Zhao Yunlan. Even though Lin Jing had little to no leverage with his position, the small movements to get closer were obvious to Zhao Yunlan with how his hands were positioned on his husband’s body. “So fucking hot and tight,” he praised against Lin Jing’s hair.
The wet sounds of the merciless thrusts and panting and moaning were filling the bathroom.
Lin Jing used the little coordination he still had to proceed to please his husband with bites on his neck, strong enough to leave more intense marks than usual, but not enough to cause pain.
Zhao Yunlan threw his head back at the sensation of the bites with an even louder moan. After a few more thrusts, he managed to look back down and was met with their reflections in the mirror. There was a wild satisfaction in his eyes, but Zhao Yunlan didn’t linger on himself for long when his husband’s back was so perfectly on display. Lin Jing’s long hair shifted slightly with each thrust. His upper back and shoulder muscles shifted as his arms held onto Zhao Yunlan. Lin Jing’s bare ass looked so amazing on top of the counter, both firm and so tempting to squeeze. Being able to not just feel Lin Jing’s body but look so closely like this made his thrusts grow even more frantic.
With a nearly consuming fascination, Zhao Yunlan watched the way his hand moved up and down the other’s back and how Lin Jing was pushed back a little bit with each thrust yet kept leaning every time so they were still so close. It was madness from moments like this that made Zhao Yunlan consider mischievous nonsense, like planning how he might try to slowly sneak in a mirror in every room of their home so that he would never be without another angle to look at his stunning husband. That thought inevitably led to then imagining fucking Lin Jing in every single one of those rooms and the only thing that came close to turning Zhao Yunlan on as much as actually fucking his husband, was picturing more ways for him and his husband to fuck.
“Gege,” his voice broke as he moaned out the other’s name. He didn’t know if Lin Jing would come just from this, but he also couldn’t hold back enough to be able to even try to reach for the other’s cock to jerk him off. Zhao Yunlan almost started to shake from the intensity of holding himself right on the edge long enough to speak, “So close, gege.”
"Unfair," Lin Jing would have said if he could do anything with his mouth other than continue ruining his husband's neck. Without being touched, even though he was so close too, he wouldn't finish it with the other. The frantic pace and all the stimulation inside made him unwilling to let Zhao Yunlan have his way with him and then bet on a third round. In a rebellious act, he grabbed one of Zhao Yunlan's hands, knowing that the man was no longer in a position to coordinate movements and soon wouldn't even be thinking either, bringing that hand to his own cock, using it to jerk himself off - the feeling of his husband's soft hand was much better than him doing it alone and a good reminder that he had always been in love with that detail of the other.
"Then give it all to me, a-Lan," he panted, feeling his own spasms begin and his hole clenching even more around his husband's cock.
The joint sensations of his hand being used for his husband’s pleasure and that amazing ass so tight around him had Zhao Yunlan coming without any more delay. As the haziness started to take over his mind with the buzz of his orgasm, he grounded himself in the feeling of his hand wrapped around Lin Jing’s cock and began to enthusiastically jerk the other off instead of leaving all the work to his husband.
He knew he was mumbling some sort of praise, but Zhao Yunlan’s mind was so far gone that it could be complete nonsense with only the tone of being absolutely in love making his intentions clear. I love you. You are perfect for me. Come with me. All sentiments he hoped were in his words so that Lin Jing would join him in this blissful feeling.
No longer biting Zhao Yunlan, Lin Jing buried his face into the side of his head, skin and hair and all, messy, just wanting to feel his lover as he came, pearlescent wet streaks hitting their chests, come covering their joined hands on his cock. He held Zhao Yunlan against him for a moment with his legs, until they began to give way, as he breathed in his husband's scent in the afterglow.
"You're wonderful," the words came out muffled against Zhao Yunlan's temple, and he could certainly feel Lin Jing's lips curl into a smile.
“I love you, gege. My husband,” Zhao Yunlan said sappily. He tilted his head just enough to kiss the side of Lin Jing’s face without jostling the other. Keeping the hand that was between them still, Zhao Yunlan rubbed long strokes up and down Lin Jing’s back, letting them both enjoy the calm peace that fell over them for as long as they wanted until they inevitably moved to clean up. There was no rush.
Lin Jing relaxed like that for a while, just long enough before everything started to dry out and turn into an uncomfortable mess on them. Moving Zhao Yunlan’s hand away, he gently pushed the other away from him. “Warm bath, baobao. I have to take good care of you now." There was no rush indeed, but they could very well relax together in warm water with scented soap and all the cuddling they needed.
“You take such great care of me,” Zhao Yunlan said with a brief, soft kiss to Lin Jing’s lips before backing off the way his husband wanted and helping him off of the counter. He followed the routine the two had after all this time. He started to run the bath while Lin Jing gathered towels and things to add to the water. It wasn’t long before they were cleaned off and in each other’s arms yet again, this time surrounded by warm water and the soothing smells of the oils that had been added. Eventually, Lin Jing would pull him out of the tub and they would dry each other and wrap in warm robes to go be fed and cared for in the kitchen. For now though, Zhao Yunlan would take in every moment he had just sitting there with his husband in his arms and play with the silky strands of Lin Jing’s hair as he hovered on the edge of falling asleep.
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Jasmine incense wafted through the living room, around the Buddha statue, the white smoke gently dancing between the flames of the surrounding candles, causing the golden light to flicker across the room.
The tray of chrysanthemum tea was served next to the vase of light yellow orchids on the coffee table, the floral scent mingling with the incense in a calming composition.
Even when Zhao Yunlan always trailed behind Lin Jing through the kitchen and didn't sit still to wait for tea, the end of the process was always in the living room, on the long couch filled with cushions, with the two of them comfortably taking their time to enjoy the environment they had chosen for themselves together. Like every detail of that house. Home.
While enjoying the sight that was his husband tasting the tea, his hair still a little damp from the shower and both hands wrapped around the cup in a way that always looked adorable, Lin Jing thought back to the time that had once been, when he adapted to love and Zhao Yunlan adapted to living a life where he wasn't constantly suffocating.
And from that, they had made a home together, somewhere else, in that place chosen by them, for them.
"How's the tea? Sweet enough, baobao?" Lin Jing sank back against the cushions, not thinking ahead despite the many things they had to do that week.
“Amazing as always,” Zhao Yunlan answered right after taking another sip, giving the precious sight of just his happy eyes seen over the lip of the cup. “Did you add anything special to it?” He often struggled to tell whether his husband was just that good at making tea or if he had made it something uniquely its own by putting in other ingredients as well. There was just something about Lin Jing’s tea every single time that was better than Zhao Yunlan thought he had ever made.
“White rose,” Lin Jing replied as he pondered. The delicate flavor would not have been noticeable before, since cigarettes affected the taste buds. He had never asked Zhao Yunlan to stop smoking. But on the day they were about to move into this house, he had smoked a cigarette on the way and, as he threw the butt away, said that in this house, the only smoke that would ever be there was that of his husband’s fragrant incense.
Zhao Yunlan hummed before taking another sip, now searching for that specific taste. He held the tea in his mouth for a moment before swallowing, then nodded to himself. “Delicious.” Such subtle and simple pleasures that had once been foreign and impossible to him were now part of his daily life. While he wouldn’t be so dramatic as to say that Lin Jing had saved his life by dating him, especially not when the man had literally saved his life during work, it truly had pivoted to a much better life with Lin Jing by his side. His husband never made him feel forced to change, Zhao Yunlan simply wanted to in order to have more peace in his life that he could enjoy with Lin Jing. Their work life was chaotic enough on its own and he was happy to not let such things consume him entirely. There was work and there was home. It wasn’t such a hard boundary that work was never discussed at home and they often got called in if a new case showed up, but it was more that Zhao Yunlan felt at ease enough to enjoy their home. A home now filled with memories and comfort through the good and bad alike. All of that had left Zhao Yunlan just different in a way he loved. While before his relationship with the rest of SID was veiled in gruffness, now Zhao Yunlan was more open and relaxed with them as well. There were still some bonuses to be threatened, but he realized now that it was exclusively a joke instead of a way to lash out.
“What day is Xiao Guo’s graduation and such this week?” Their rookie investigator had slowly grown more and more in his time with them, and despite his family being more than a little shocked when they discovered just what department their nephew was working in his gap year and intended to continue working throughout the rest of his schooling and afterwards, Xiao Guo was truly dedicated to what they did at SID. He still got scared and still didn’t always understand, but he was one of them and no one would have it any other way. Zhao Yunlan had made the boy cut back on his hours while he was studying, but that didn’t stop him from still coming around after he nervously asked if it would be okay to work on school work at the office because the environment helped him focus. It was a subtle thing, that clearly took a lot of bravery from the boy so Zhao Yunlan acted casual and said he didn’t care, but it showed that a trust and safety had been built for their unlikely family there. Another aspect of home that Zhao Yunlan was beyond grateful to have.
"Saturday. And I look forward to seeing Lao Chu in a suit again," Lin Jing laughed, because this time the Corpse King had volunteered to do it himself. The first people to protest when Xiao Guo had said he wouldn't be attending his own prom were Zhao Yunlan and Chu Shuzhi - no surprise there anymore - while Zhu Hong was already announcing to Zhao Yunlan that he had to lend his husband to help her choose a dress for the prom. Lin Jing had only agreed to go to the tailor shop again if Tang Yi's boss would assist them and this condition was inflexible.
“A true sign of love that he’s volunteering for such torture. I thought I’d have to be dead to see him in a suit again,” Zhao Yunlan joked. “I know Zhu Hong was betting on them, but it won’t ever stop being strange to me. What an odd pair.” He shook his head. Between cases and his relationship with Lin Jing, the relationship that had sparked between Xiao Guo and Lao Chu had completely caught their chief off guard. Of course, he was happy for them, but it wasn’t until he saw them together and truly paid attention that it made at least some sense. The way the Corpse King relented so easily to their young member and watched him so closely. How his Chu-ge was always the first person Xiao Guo sought out in any room he entered and always ended up lingering around the other. It was like a magnet that drew them together. Truly opposites attracting. They worked in their own special way. It was good to see them both happy.
"Hong-jie has an excellent eye for love matches, you can't deny it. Even if it seems strange at first." It wasn't as if them being together hadn't been strange to a lot of people at first.
“I will never admit that to her face. She will be even more insufferable if I admit such things twice.” Zhao Yunlan shook his head. “No, once at our wedding ceremony was enough. She got her praise. She got to take you shopping with her, that’s more than enough for her work for Xiao Guo and Lao Chu.” Even though Zhao Yunlan had claimed he was only letting Zhu Hong steal away his husband if she brought in some snacks for the office break room, that was such a flimsy claim that no one believed it was even necessary.
"She can't even bear to hear it anymore. Your strategies and mine are different, Zhao-chu," Lin Jing joked in the way of addressing his husband that he hadn't used for real in years. At work and at home, it was always the same, and a more respectful address than this was on formal and official occasions. There was a time for each thing in life, and for everything that mattered, Zhao Yunlan was still his superior in the department. "I'll always fill her ears with all the good she did for the world when she decided to hook me up with you. She gets mad every time.” Zhu Hong's way of getting mad was to complain that they were too gay and that had made her start watching BL dramas and that was a situation of no return.
Lin Jing reached over to the tray, bringing out a small, round jian dui between his fingers. “Here, baobao, eat your sweet, hm? I made those for you, as I promised.” It was time to turn the focus back to his beloved. Or else they would spend the rest of the night gossiping about the department.
“Thank you, gege.” Zhao Yunlan opened his mouth to accept the food, not hesitating to lick a bit at the tips of Lin Jing’s fingers before he took a bite. There would always be more to gossip about in the department, so he was more than happy to ignore that for more time with his husband. They had dropped Da Qing off at the office, because he refused to go home with him when they wouldn't stop “eyefucking” each other right in front of him. The house was entirely their own for the night and Zhao Yunlan was already silently debating how much persuading it would take to get Lin Jing to fuck him right where they were in the living room. “Gege?”
As if Lin Jing didn't already know very well everything that was implied in every way Zhao Yunlan said 'gege'. "Amitabha, the duties of a married man are not lust," he recited towards the large stone Buddha on the central wall of the living room, which stood there, existing amidst the scent of incense and sometimes ended up with a fat cat on its lap. "Baobao, drink your tea and eat properly before thinking about other things. There's no need to rush what is meant to be. This huge couch was already chosen with the intention of me lounging on it while you ride me, no?" Despite his words, his serene demeanor was unaffected. The years and marriage had changed some things about Lin Jing, but not his calmness, nor the fact that most of the time, he would still look at Zhao Yunlan with tenderness, rather than desire. Each of them worked in a unique way, but each led to exactly the same place, which ultimately made their rhythms fit together and they worked so well. Lin Jing was aware that what had made his husband so comfortable was the lack of pressure or demands in any part of their lives. He would love Zhao Yunlan if he wanted to use the couch for sex. He would love Zhao Yunlan if he wanted to use the couch for cuddling or napping. And he would love Zhao Yunlan either way. Whatever might come next, they would find a way, as they had done so far.
For now, Lin Jing would just relax while his husband was still a little bit well behaved with his sweets.
Zhao Yunlan grinned, satisfied to focus on eating for now when he knew such pleasure was waiting for him. It was only years of caring scolding that stopped him from rushing to finish all his food that kept him eating at a mostly reasonable pace, but he still stared at Lin Jing the entire time, smirking and teasing every time the other met his gaze. He was very much looking forward to taking advantage of their time alone that night. It was a different kind of intensity when he knew that he had the rest of his life with this man compared to very early in their relationship. The intensity and desperation was always just for more of what they already had, more joy in their precious home, more good work done side by side, and of course, more pleasure that passionately took over their minds until the rest of the world disappeared. It was a good life without a doubt, and there was a security in knowing that no matter what challenges came their way, Zhao Yunlan wasn’t alone. He had his husband and he had his family at the department, all ready to take on the world for each other in small and large ways with equal dedication.