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Xie Lian sighed, hugging a hoodie her partner had left behind. It smelled like roses and peppercorn with a hint of turpentine. Like her San Lang.
A duolingo notification popped up. She swiped it away. Learning French wasn’t fun when her San Lang wasn’t here to help her, motivate her…
His flight would land in Paris in an hour.
He hadn’t wanted to go, but Xie Lian had managed to convince him that an exhibit in the Louvre was kind of something they wanted the artist there for, if they were alive, and mais si, Chérie, c’est important!
Unfortunately, Xie Lian couldn’t come along. She had final exams to proctor and no one would cover for her. Being a new professor, she had very little flexibility in choosing her time off — when she got it at all.
Fourteen hours passed since their tearful airport PDA. One to go. Then a week until he was back.
She hadn’t even spent twelve hours without Hua Cheng since they got the apartment. She was swiftly realizing she was in fact just as clingy as her partner.
She huddled under the blankets, hugging the hoodie to her chest. A nap wouldn’t hurt…
Landed, Jiejie
Tu me manques
Xie Lian smiled drowsily. She’d woken up just in time.
I miss you too, San Lang. How’s Paris?
Freezing, and it smells like cigarettes. Comme d’hab. Also I fucking hate this airport
Xie Lian’s brows furrowed. That didn’t even look like a word. The learning curve was frustrating sometimes, but Hua Cheng said she was exceptionally gifted. Hua Cheng thought she was exceptionally gifted in everything, though. Including cooking, so he couldn’t be trusted.
Comme d’hab?
Comme d’habitude = like usual
Call you when i get to the hôtel?
Hua Cheng texted in a strange combination of French, English, and Chinese. The English would end up with accents because he typed fast and refused to correct it.
Yes please
I wish I could be there with you :((
(San Lang <3 is typing…)
Paris is trash. Jiejie deserves better. For the honeymoon we’ll go to Provence, see the lavender fields. Did you ever watch that drama?
I did!!
Hua Cheng typed for a moment before going silent. Xie Lian sighed.
Her phone rang fifteen minutes later with a call from his French number.
“San Lang!”
“Jiejie I’m so sorry, the fucking métro-“
“It’s fine, San Lang. I’m just happy to hear your voice. Je t’aime.”
“Je t’aime aussi.” He sighed.
“Are you jet lagged, love?”
“Not yet. I get an adrenaline rush for flights, that comes later for me. I’m six hours behind now, so I can talk to Jiejie until you fall asleep.”
“I would love that.”
“Ça va?”
“Oui, um, ça va. I just missed you. Can you just talk? I want to hear your voice.”
“Of course, love.”
The line was silent for a moment before Hua Cheng huffed a laugh. “You know, Jiejie, we could have some pretty crazy sex on this bed.”
“San Lang!”
“It’s huge, look.” He sent a picture of the bed, which just happened to have a mirror in the background showing Hua Cheng fully naked and holding his phone so that she could see everything.
Xie Lian huffed, feeling that little spark in her that Hua Cheng always knew how to light, and took intense pleasure in doing so. “I know what you’re doing, San Lang.”
“You say that as if hearing my voice doesn’t make you horny. You asked this San Lang to talk, what was I supposed to do?”
“I do not!”
“T’es sûre? Certaine?”
She felt herself twitch. “That’s cheating.”
Hua Cheng laughed. “I swear, if there was orientalism for the French that’s you.”
Xie Lian groaned. Her San Lang loved teasing her…especially when it came to bedroom talk. “Don’t make it sound so bad, everyone agrees it’s a sexy language.”
“It sounds like hawking up spit.”
“Not when you do it,” she muttered, blushing.
“Ah, vraiment?”
“…oui.”
“Ah bah donc ma belle, jouissons-nous de cet avantage, cette fétiche de voix. T’en veux?”
She only understood parts of that, but she knew and adored that Hua Cheng enjoyed sex talk as explicit consent, so she filled in the rest. “Je…je veux…”
“Shhh. Écoute, chérie. Je te parle, tu m’écoutes. Compris?” He spoke low, breathy and sensual.
“Mhm,” she whined, high pitched already as she shifted her hips minutely where she sat.
“Mm, Jiejie, I like your little sounds as much as you like my French. Are you home?”
It was Saturday, and in her long distance depression she hadn’t left the house all day.
“Oui…”
“Parfait. Get in bed. Can I see you?”
“Yeah. Let me…” she swiped to her phone camera, pulling up her sweater so just the plump underside of her breasts and her lips was visible. She sent the image.
“Beautiful. Take it off. I bet your beautiful tits are big enough to suck on yourself, just like I do it. Try for me?”
God, the idea alone sounded so hot. Hua Cheng had a way of making her feel sexy.
But...
“San Laaang…”
“Hm? What is it, ma belle?”
“Why haven’t you turned on video call? I want to show you…”
“Mm, Jiejie isn’t allowed to see anything but what I send her, focus on my voice, sweet love.”
She whined, really turning up the begging. “Don’t you want to see?”
“I want nothing more. Send a video, love.”
“Not fair…”
“I’ll send one too, after you.”
“Okay…” She swiped again to her camera, propping her phone up against the headboard before pressing record and shyly pulling off her sweater. She massaged her tits, feeling their warm, soft weight. She jiggled them, squeezing a few times and smiling into the camera as she twisted a nipple and whimpered slightly at the sensation.
Being a lesbian was great, because in a way, she was sexually attracted to herself, once Hua Cheng got her going. It was like his secret Jiejie cheat code.
She bit her lip, swallowing nervously. This would be kind of embarrassing if she couldn’t do it.
But Hua Cheng had a way of making her adventurous. She took both in her hands and squished them up, tucking her chin and…
It worked. Just one would fit comfortably, and it felt a little strange where it tugged from the bottom, but she felt her face light up. Hua Cheng would praise her for this! She moaned around her own nipple, looking into the camera and hitting stop recording.
She sent the video, heart jackrabbiting in her chest. Her entire body felt hot, like a flame with the hottest part at its lower core.
Hua Cheng audibly moaned. “ Putain. Jiejie, tu…you’re a vision. You make me so wet…wanna see?”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly, reaching a hand into her pants to run her fingers through the wetness there. “M-moi aussi.”
Hua Cheng shuddered and let out a guttural sound. “I-ah-I wish I could taste you.”
The video arrived. Taken from between his legs — her favorite place — Hua Cheng ran a finger through his folds up to his clit, rubbing his piercings before spreading himself wide open with a slick sound that made her buck into her hand as she watched liquid collect and seep downwards. “I-ah-I wish I could taste you.”
Knowing what he was doing as he said that made her groan. She threw her head back, now sitting on her hand and grinding roughly against the heel of her palm with two fingers curled inside. The pressure on her clit and G-spot was delicious. “Mmmuuuhhh- San Lang! You’re so pretty t-there!”
“Jiejie est belle le corps entier.”
The return to French and the praise made her just that much more hot and wet. Audible squelching noises she was too gone to feel embarrassed about rung throughout the room.
“Mn, good Jiejie. Baise-toi pour moi.”
Her tits bounced as she moved and she took one in her mouth again. She was so close, from just his voice and his image.
“AH! San Lang! I-I’m gonna come!”
“Next time you come, come in France with me, ma belle - ah - mon ange, - mmmh - ma vie, mon amour, m-ma cher-ieeeeee”
Xie Lian came the sound of what was probably Hua Cheng’s own orgasm. She rode it out with his heavy breathing in her ear.
“Fuck, I should’ve turned on the video, you’re so fucking sexy when you come, makes me want more.”
An aftershock ran through her. “Ah——haaaah oh, San Lang. This was an amazing idea.”
“Wanna go again? This San Lang misses you so much, his pussy is lonely…”
She yawned, body going limp against the pillows. “Too sleepy. Keep going, I’ll watch it in the morning…”
“I’ll call you in the morning then. Twice a day, until I get home.”
Xie Lian scoffed, tempted. “I can do tomorrow…during the week is hard. Have to get up early.”
“I want to take advantage of your voice kink as much as possible,” he huffed. “You know, since I can’t do it in person. Jiejie deserves orgasms every day, even when I’m not there.”
Xie Lian sighed, content. “I can do every night…bonne nuit, San Lang. Je t’aime.”
“Fuck, you know I get so horny when you tell me you love me.” He groaned.
She giggled. “It’s adorable. Sweet dreams, San Lang. Dream of me.”
“Comme d’habitude.”
Xie Lian hung up, looking forward to the videos she would get to watch in the morning, hoping to get a preview in her dreams as well.