Chapter Text
The room was dark, the only light coming from the computer. It illuminated the face in front of it, highlighting the dark shadows under the man's eyes. Wen Rouhan rubbed them in an attempt to relieve the pressure, trying to go back to the open report. He vaguely registered the sound of the door opening but paid it no mind until-
"Rouhan?"
Sleepy eyes blinked at him from across the room before Meng Yao's vision sharpened and he took in the situation in front of him. He made a fine picture in his pajamas, his top low enough for his collarbones to be visible, along with the little bruise marks, and hair in a messy braid. He came forward to lean against Wen Rouhan as the other quickly made space for him, taking in the open report and files.
"This is the report Wei WuXian sent, is it not?", he asked, confused.
"It is. Your new recruit has potential, I must admit, however messy his work can be."
Meng Yao huffed a laugh at that, well aware of the boy's capability. He further asked, "Is this what you have been so busy with?"
"Among other things", Wen Rouhan said with a sigh, before continuing, "Shouldn't you be in bed, my dear?"
Meng Yao replied with a pout, as he leaned further against his lover, "It is nearly midnight, Darling, you said you would be done soon."
Wen Rouhan cast a startled glance at the clock, surprised to see the hours had flown by so quickly. He had indeed promised his little one he would join him in bed soon, as the two had barely spent enough time together that day, and he felt a sliver of guilt at breaking his word, however accidentally.
It must have shown on his face, for Meng Yao pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips and said, "Come to bed, Darling. You look so tired, surely you can finish the rest tomorrow?"
Not one to abandon his work unfinished, yet not wanting to ignore his little one either, Wen Rouhan hesitated for a moment. As if prepared for such a happening, Meng Yao was already nuzzling against his shoulder, pressing soft kisses and he further sweetened the deal by looking at him with wide eyes, saying, "Please, Rouhan?"
The sound of his name on the boy's mouth was as sweet to hear as the first time. It always pleased him to hear it and the clever boy knew how to turn the occurance to his advantage. Wen Rouhan turned fully from his desk, wrapping his arms around his little one to drag him into his lap, completing the move by pressing his own kisses on the boy's neck. He pressed his words there as well, saying, "Clever boy, using my weaknesses against me."
Meng Yao replied with a giggle, "I learnt from the best, after all."
His comment earned him a kiss, and he sunk into it with a moan. They stayed there for quite some time, exchanging lazy kisses and nuzzling into each other. Meng Yao pulled away once, to rub a finger over his dark shadows with a concerned frown before Wen Rouhan distracted him with more affection, until Meng Yao broke away with a yawn, his sleep returning with a vengeance. It made Wen Rouhan finally turn to his report again, closing it down as Meng Yao rested his head against his chest.
As the computer finally shut down, Wen Rouhan secured his arms around Meng Yao and stood, the younger man waking with a brief yelp and a demand to be set down. But Wen Rouhan had his own tricks to win such exchanges, as he demonstrated by pressing a kiss to his forehead and a soft, "Indulge me, my dear."
The endearment was enough for Meng Yao to settle back down, as it always was, and the walk to their bedroom was a short one, exhaustion weighing down Wen Rouhan as well. It was a simple matter to put Meng Yao down but he held onto Wen Rouhan's shirt, sleepily saying, "Come to bed soon, darling", only letting go when Wen Rouhan responded. Even then his eyes didn't close, curling up under the covers with a slight frown on his face.
As promised Wen Rouhan was quick to come back, sliding under the covers only a few minutes later. Meng Yao immediately wrapped around him, his head finding its usual place on Wen Rouhan's chest, and he let out a soft sigh as if he was finally content.
Wen Rouhan had to huff a tired laugh at his actions, but his little one wore the marks of contentment well and Wen Rouhan found himself satisfied with the contributions he made towards said contentment, whether by indulging his requests or giving into his little schemes.
Meng Yao shifted with a frown, his hold tightening as if aware Wen Rouhan had let his mind wander off once more, and he had to huff another laugh before he finally obliged and let sleep take him.