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They had rushed into the restrooms—very clean, elegant even, shades of cream and gold, stone and metal—a win for Wen Kexing, a loss for Zhou Xu—kissing as soon as they stepped in, tongues dancing, teeth smashing against one another. Zhou Xu pushed Wen Kexing in a stall, let him fall seated on the toilet, not before Wen Kexing had switfly closed the lid. Zhou Xu made quick work of his costume jacket, worn over bare skin; licked and nipped his way down to Wen Kexing’s lower belly.
Wen Kexing chuckled: “Ah-Xu, you look like I'm the one who's been teasing you all along—so desperate…”
He cradled Zhou Xu's head, shivered when he glared at him from between his legs.
“You did, with your hardening cock.”
Wen Kexing failed to repress a loud chortle. When he wasn't playing shy, Zhou Xu really was utterly shameless.
“What can I say, my husband is talented with his foot—”
Zhou Xu groaned as he used his mouth to unbutton and open the fly of Wen Kexing's pants, his teeth just as nimble as his hands and feet.
“Ah-Xu really is in a rush—”
“The main dishes are about to get served.” Zhou Xu mumbled, partly muffled by Wen Kexing's bulge pressed against his face. He closed his eyes when the obvious outline of Wen Kexing's piercing rubbed against his cheek, stifling a sigh of arousal. Wen Kexing grabbed Zhou Xu's little bun.
“Come on, Ah-Xu, hurry up. Your friends are waiting. Your wife is wet for you.” He said, hips bucking up into Zhou Xu's face.
Zhou Xu’s grip on Wen Kexing's thighs tightened, and he took the hem of his underpants between his teeth, pulling them down. Momentarily trapped, Wen Kexing's cock was pulled along before springing free, hitting Zhou Xu in the face as wet droplets of precome landed on his skin. The fat piercing was dripping as well, and Wen Kexing didn’t miss Zhou Xu hungrily staring at it.
“Look at you.” Zhou Xu grumbled, taking in the sight. “So easy.”
Before he could start working it, Wen Kexing's foot darted between Zhou Xu's legs, pushing pointedly on his crotch. “Yes Ah-Xu, your wife is so easy.” He moaned, feeling Zhou Xu's hard cock under his foot. No doubt that he was probably really wet as well.
Wen Kexing tightened his jaw as he felt the gentle touch of a tongue grazing his length, then lapping at it more firmly. He tensed when Zhou Xu's tongue wrapped around the head, slipping inbetween the folds of his foreskin and then toying with the metal ring.
Zhou Xu had this very selfish way of sucking; one that was generally meant for himself to enjoy, Wen Kexing's pleasure a mere byproduct of his own fun. He relished ignoring demands, sometimes caved in with orders. The most efficient way to get something from him, though, was by imitating him: Wen Kexing taking his own pleasure like he wanted, and using force if necessary.
However, as he seemed to remember that they had limited time, Zhou Xu suddenly picked up the pace, greedily engulfing a big part of Wen Kexing's cock in his mouth. Today, he wanted to savour a bit; he avoided getting it too deep, and rather allowed more space for his tongue to move.
It was a delight, to feel his warm, wet heat wrapped around Wen Kexing's cock, the tight pressure, the grazing of his teeth on it—Zhou Xu liked it a bit dangerous and rough. Then, he started bobbing his head along the length, the piercing pushing against his reddened cheek, and Wen Kexing moaned from the sight alone, tightening his grip on Zhou Xu's head, his blunt set of nails scratching his scalp.
Zhou Xu varied the rhythm, varied the patterns he licked on Wen Kexing, increasing the pressure bit by bit, until Wen Kexing felt dangerously close to coming.
“My husband makes such good work of me…” he said, rubbing the soft, short trimmed hair at the back of Zhou Xu's head. “I'm close—Ah-Xu… I should come in your mouth, right?”
Zhou Xu's dark gaze met with his, brimming with arousal. The furrow of his brows, the flush on his cheeks, and the slight shift in the way he moved indicated assent. He moaned when Wen Kexing's cock started swelling in his mouth, forcing his jaw to open wider. Against his foot, Wen Kexing could feel Zhou Xu's body tense up in anticipation.
Wen Kexing couldn't refrain a smirk.
At once, he yanked Zhou Xu's head away, using his other hand to push him with at least a bit of gentleness, and violent ropes of come flew from his cock, split by the heavy ring. They all landed across Zhou Xu's shocked face, a bit in his hair, the rest striping white his eyelashes, nose, cheeks and lips.
He'd come with a loud, choked gasp. When the waves of pleasure and intense warmth radiating in his cock relented, he brought Zhou Xu's face closer to his cock and rubbed it against him, last gushes dribbling down the piercing and onto Zhou Xu's face.
After he was done, he sighed and reclined back, in better conditions to admire the results of Zhou Xu's work.
Warmth spread in his chest. Zhou Xu looked positively infuriated, but also terribly aroused, undone, disheveled, red face streaked white.
“Bastard,” he groaned through gritted teeth. Wen Kexing's husband was a lost cause, with his tendency to love everything that annoyed him. Incredible fondness melted Wen Kexing's heart, he caressed Zhou Xu's cheek, smearing a bit of come in the process.
“I'm sorry, Ah-Xu, forgive your clumsy wife… but we should hurry, now.” He playfully nudged Zhou Xu's shoulder, and lightly pressed down on his still hard cock. “Go get this washed before someone comes in…”
Zhou Xu didn’t budge, only glaring at him. When Wen Kexing nudged him again, he showed his teeth.
“Come on, Ah—”
On the third push, Zhou Xu opened his mouth wide and bit down on Wen Kexing's red, sensitive, softening cock. Wen Kexing hissed, biting his lower lip and breaking the skin with his canine.
Soon, Zhou Xu increased the pressure, the soft body of Wen Kexing’s cock yielding but the skin straining. Wen Kexing was vaguely reminded of the pain of piercing through it, but such pressure was new— there was the threat of Zhou Xu's sharp teeth, but mostly, of his powerful jaws.
“Ah-Xu,” Wen Kexing panted, taking in the sight of Zhou Xu latching onto his cock. He looked like he was desperate not to let go, more than like he was biting out of frustration—like a dog unwilling to let go of his now literal chew toy.
“Ah-Xu,” Wen Kexing repeated, touching his shoulder—and winced as Zhou Xu tightened his jaw a bit. He broke the skin too, a thin trickle of blood running down Wen Kexing's shaft. “Ah-Xu, let go, we have to go back.” He said, without the least bit of convinction in his tone. The growing pain, the raw awareness of his cock, the flow of blood increasing as the pressure got tighter still—but mostly, Zhou Xu’s face, that face he made when he was the most turned on, when he wanted it so badly—
He was getting a bit dizzy, and resented that he couldn’t just pull his husband on his lap and seat him on his cock in one move, fuck the smugness out of him, give him what he wanted, dirty him some more; weren’t his pants soiled beyond repair already—
“Ah-Xu.” He’d deepened his voice, hardened his tone. Zhou Xu visibly shuddered. “Let go, now. And clean the mess you’ve made, will you?”
Zhou Xu’s gaze darkened, and his stretched lip twiched a bit. After digging his teeth a bit further again, he let go as soon as Wen Kexing pulled roughly on his hair. Zhou Xu gasped, a moan trapped at the back of his throat, coming out as a groan of protest.
“That’s on you—for fucking coming on my face—I should let you clean it yourself.”
“But that would be such a waste for you, wouldn’t it? My husband, making me do things he wants to do himself purely out of spite…”
“My wife, constantly overstepping…”
His word died into a whimper when Wen Kexing’s foot pressed again on his crotch. He frowned, and after one last glance up at Wen Kexing, he moved closer and licked the stream of blood.
“Keep your tongue on the wound—it’s still engorged, it’s gonna bleed for a while.”
Zhou Xu grunted, but stayed there, his tongue pressed against his cock, occasionally lapping up and down.
Before long, someone entered the restrooms. Smirking, Wen Kexing added pressure on Zhou Xu’s crotch, saw him strain as to not let out any sound.
Blood would pool against Zhou Xu's tongue, mix with saliva, dribble down Wen Kexing's still softening shaft. Silently, Zhou Xu would lick it back, swallow.
In a moment of quiet tenderness, Wen Kexing gathered a bit of the spend smeared on Zhou Xu's browbone, and gently put it on Zhou Xu's wet tongue. A reward, for putting up, for remaining discrete; an apology, too, Wen Kexing would silently tell him. Zhou Xu softly breathed out, his eyelashes fluttered imperceptibly—appreciated.
For a moment, they both closed their eyes, waiting until the man finally left.
“He could have washed his hands.” Wen Kexing clicked his tongue. “Alright, Ah-Xu, it should be enough. Go wash now, before someone else comes in.”
Zhou Xu got up, licking his lips, scowling at Wen Kexing. “Quite a bad habit that you got, ordering me around like that.”
Wen Kexing quirked an eyebrow, the smile not leaving his face. Zhou Xu’s front was an absolute mess, a wide, black stain spreading on his dark, navy blue pants. He chuckled, keeping to himself what they both knew he would say. Before he could gently push Zhou Xu out of the cubicle, Zhou Xu bent forward and licked the thin line of blood that ran from Wen Kexing’s lip down his chin.
Lightly stunned, endeared, wanting more, Wen Kexing didn’t have the time to react as Zhou Xu reclined back. “I had missed a spot.” He said.
Wen Kexing sighed. He reached out and untucked Zhou Xu’s shirt, the satin falling before his crotch. He gently patted his belly. “There, much better, Ah-Xu. When you can’t clean it, just hide it.”
Zhou Xu made a bit of a face. He was still hard, perhaps had expected Wen Kexing to quickly take care of him as well, or even tease him some more. He quickly turned and headed towards the sinks.
Still seated on the toilet, Wen Kexing grabbed a sheet of toilet paper, which he dabbed a few times on the little wound on his cock, a bit of blood still gushing out.
Moments later, they finally rejoined their table. While Wen Kexing was alright, Zhou Xu was almost comically undone, despite their attempts at fixing his hair. The untucked shirt alone was a very noticeable change from before they had suspiciously gone to the restrooms together, and neither missed the bafflement on Jing Beiyuan’s face. Wuxi was somewhat composed, and if not surprised that they could do something like that, he certainly was transfixed by the fact that even Zhou Xu’s hair was a bit wet.
“Sorry it took so long,” Zhou Xu started as he sat down. “We…we ran into a dog.”
While everyone’s eyebrows had crept up to their hairlines, noone missing the reference, Wen Kexing felt once again overcome by fondness.
“Two dogs.” He added.