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“Are you fucking serious?”

Xie Lian stirred in his sleep upon hearing his beloved's voice, unconsciously furrowing his eyebrows at the unpleasant tone he spoke with. Hua Cheng’s voice sounded as if it came from a distance; did Xie Lian mishear him, or was it a part of his dream? Not that long ago he had heard Hua Cheng’s—his lovely husband—sweet and teasing voice whispering filthy things straight to his ear in a peak of their activity, prompting Xie Lian to whine in impatience at what was about to come soon.

Why would Hua Cheng be angry now? They had had such a pleasant time together—

“That fucking trash.”

Xie Lian let out a sound of discontent, slowly blinking his eyes open—the white ceiling above was the first thing that came to a view. Strange, Xie Lian thought groggily. Day after day for the past five years, he had always woken up in Hua Cheng’s arms, having his face buried in that beautiful, well-built chest.

His mind must have been still somewhere between reality and dreamland, Xie Lian tried to rationalize it to himself further, but not for long as Hua Cheng’s deep, scornful laughter filling the bedroom strengthened the thought that—unfortunately—it wasn’t a dream, but reality. And Xie Lian really woke up alone in bed, not in Hua Cheng’s warm embrace.

The longer Xie Lian listened to his husband’s talking, the more his expression was changing. How could Xie Lian be smiling when his beloved definitely wasn’t in a good mood? He loved Hua Cheng’s soft chuckle and kind, sometimes teasingly laughter, but this tone in particular was something far away from Xie Lian’s liking.

Because the way Hua Cheng spoke now meant only one thing: he was upset. Very. And it was still morning.

“Very well. If they want to pay for their greed, I will play along,” Hua Cheng sneered at someone’s words—presumably Yin Yu’s, Hua Cheng’s assistant—and continued talking in a similar tone.

Fortunately for Xie Lian, he had hardly heard Hua Cheng speaking like this. Not too many people dared to challenge his husband, being aware that they would definitely lose against him. Who, in their right mind, would plot against Hua Cheng? A man who was known for being a shark in business, the one who had successfully climbed to the very top with his company?

Well, as it turned out, there was someone like this, craving for a challenge.

The longer Xie Lian listened to Hua Cheng saying one curse after another, the more his heart ached. Although Xie Lian wasn’t well-versed in the business matters, just peeking at his husband, or rather—on his tensed bare muscles on his back—made him realize that something wasn’t going according to his plan.

Xie Lian might know only a little about business, but when it came to soothing his lovely husband’s nerves and uneasiness, he could proudly call himself an expert. He sat up slowly, supporting his body with his hands resting on the soft mattress, and closed the distance between his body and Hua Cheng’s in one, swift movement. Xie Lian wrapped his warm hands around Hua Cheng’s bare chest, bringing him into a tight, warm hug from behind. Having his cheek plastered to Hua Cheng’s bare skin, Xie Lian’s hand began caressing his husband’s front.

The moment Xie Lian’s hand came into contact with his skin, Hua Cheng’s breath hitched, making him stop talking mid-sentence. He immediately turned his head to look at Xie Lian and locked eyes with him; after seeing Xie Lian’s soft expression, Hua Cheng’s voice returned to normal, and a small, but kind smile blossomed on his handsome face.

“Fine,” Hua Cheng agreed right away, as though he wanted to end the call as soon as possible, not even bothering to finish the sentence he had been saying before. While his eyes were still on Xie Lian’s face, his thumb rubbed the back of Xie Lian’s hand still firmly plastered to his chest. “I will be there soon. Handle things until then, Yin Yu.”

With that being said, Hua Cheng put the phone back on the nightstand and let out a sigh. The next moment, however, he turned around in Xie Lian’s arms to face him properly, and even before Xie Lian could pose any question, Hua Cheng pushed him gently down, prompting him to lay on his back again. Confused, Xie Lian blinked at him a few times, but when Hua Cheng started peppering his face with a thousand kisses, he closed his eyes for good, melting under his husband’s affection.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Hua Cheng spoke tenderly between kisses, nuzzling Xie Lian’s temple with his nose. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. At least not like this.”

“No harm done,” Xie Lian replied earnestly, cupping his beloved’s face with his palms to seal their mouths in another, albeit this time lingering kiss. “Who dared to upset my lovely husband in the morning?” Xie Lian asked, curious, once their lips parted.

“Yin Yu, gege. Can I fire him?”

Xie Lian stared at him in disbelief before bursting into giggles. “No, San Lang. Without Yin Yu working for you, I won’t be able to see you as much as I do now,” Xie Lian explained, and his cheeks flushed slightly as he continued, “I don’t want to wake up without you beside me.”

Hua Cheng smiled at him softly. “Gege has a point,” he admitted with a nod, then pushed up on his arms to get off Xie Lian’s body and their bed. Xie Lian’s eyes followed Hua Cheng walking over their closet. “But even with Yin Yu working for me, I have to leave you alone for now,” Hua Cheng said with a sulk in his voice, and looked at Xie Lian over his shoulder before he returned to rummage through his expensive suits. “Someone dared to exploit loopholes in the contract and act against my company’s interests.”

Xie Lian hummed, observing his beloved in his full grace. Not for long, though, as the view of Hua Cheng’s beautiful bare ass disappeared from his sight the moment Hua Cheng put on some boxers and a suit, indicating he would be gone for a couple of hours, at least.

Too many layers, Xie Lian thought to himself shyly, a tiny pout forming on his soft lips.

As though sensing Xie Lian’s eyes on himself, Hua Cheng turned around and smiled mischievously. “ Sorry, gege. Next time I will put on a show like this,” he trailed off, sliding his finger down over the curve of his ass. “For you longer.”

Caught red-handed, Xie Lian averted his eyes, although he felt his cheeks already flushing with a bright hue of red. “I–I have no idea what San Lang is talking about.”

Hua Cheng arched his eyebrow in disbelief before giving a short laugh. However, upon noticing Xie Lian’s pout, he closed the distance between them again, leaning in to give him a kiss on the lips. “What are your plans for today, gege?”

The kiss flustered him even more, but Xie Lian replied, nonetheless. “I promised Shi Qingxuan to look after her daughter for a while.” He explained, rubbing his chin. “I thought we could go to a park or something. It’s such nice weather. It would be a shame to miss it, don’t you think?”

“Go outside, gege. It will make you feel good, too.”

Upon hearing Hua Cheng’s caring voice, a small smile formed on Xie Lian’s lips. “And then… I thought I may treat my dear husband with something delicious to eat. Perhaps give him a massage, too. I bet that once he comes back home, he will be a huge bundle of nerves.”

Hua Cheng stopped adjusting his necktie to look at Xie Lian again, smiling lovingly. “That’s very nice of my husband. I’m very lucky to have him, aren't I?”

With one last kiss, Hua Cheng left the apartment with a smile playing on his lips. Although Xie Lian already missed him dearly, he was pleased he was successful in lightening his husband’s mood.

A few hours had passed without not even a single message from Hua Cheng.

He’s overworking himself again, Xie Lian thought with a worried sigh slipping past his lips. He plopped down on the couch in the living room, feeling exhausted to death after a few intense hours of babysitting Shi Qingxuan’s daughter. A passing thought of the adorable, four year girl calling him Lian-ge made his lips curl into a smile, yet the other, less pleasant realization shattered the soft expression into pieces.

If Hua Cheng hadn’t shown any signs of life yet, the conclusion was obvious, making Xie Lian worry even more—Hua Cheng didn’t take a single break.

Xie Lian rolled up the sleeve of his white sweater to check the time on his watch—almost 2 p.m. Hua Cheng was consumed by the negotiations for this whole time, working hard to support the little family the two of them had created.

Such a realization left a bitter taste on Xie Lian’s tongue.

He loved the caring side of his husband, but the thought of Hua Cheng working tirelessly for Xie Lian’s well-being started to trouble him. If Xie Lian could, he would forcefully bring his husband back home—

—but he knew he couldn’t. Letting yet another sigh escape his lips, Xie Lian made up his mind. If he couldn’t help Hua Cheng directly, perhaps there was something else he could do for him. To make Hua Cheng forget about these responsibilities for even a moment.

You know, marriage should be guided by a certain principle—if your husband didn’t care for himself, you had to do it for him.

Although the idea made Xie Lian fluster, he couldn’t go back on it now. He really wished he could make Hua Cheng smile, even if the man might tease Xie Lian about it later, while they would be sprawled on each other at the peak of their marriage activity.

You can do this, Xie Lian encouraged himself. It will make him feel better.

Recalling his and Hua Cheng’s last night, Xie Lian started filling up his mind with filthy things Hua Cheng had done to him or told him. The way Hua Cheng’s hands had wandered across his skin, always ending up squeezing his round ass or playing with his perched nipples; anything to draw out a certain reaction from Xie Lian. Hua Cheng’s sweet words whispered to his ears, and their shared moans filling the bedroom afterwards.

The vivid images of their last night flashing over and over again through his head made Xie Lian’s cock hard right away. His breathing became rapid, and his cheeks were all blushed, making Xie Lian a little braver than he had been a moment ago. He lifted up his hips to take the jeans off his body, revealing his flushed, already leaking with precome cock.

Staring at his cock, Xie Lian let his mind wander once more. Hua Cheng had sent him many nudes before, and knowing that Xie Lian was too shy to do something like this in return, he had never pressed on him to send something back. Hua Cheng was just content with the effect it would have on Xie Lian, having his face all flustered.

How would Hua Cheng react if Xie Lian sent him… something like this now? Would he be surprised, and more importantly—happy?

Moreover, it wouldn’t be a photo. Xie Lian was thinking of sending Hua Cheng a video with him touching himself.

It would be just San Lang watching it, Xie Lian told himself as doubts appeared unexpectedly; thinking too much about it worked against him. He had to just press a single button.

Xie Lian took a deep breath to calm down his nerves before aiming the camera of his smartphone at his dripping with precome cock, making sure the image was clear. Taking another breath, Xie Lian pressed the recording button, starting the show for his husband.

He wrapped his finger around the base, giving his length a few slow strokes. He would take it easy for now, Xie Lian thought, albeit just a single touch immediately stirred a moan out of his throat. If not for his other hand holding the phone, he would have already covered his mouth, trying to suppress the lewd sound.

The sounds he was making flustered him. How did he manage to act like this just from touching himself? But it felt so good, too good. Xie Lian didn’t even realize when he had closed his eyes as the tears began to gather in the corners of his eyes, feeling his orgasm already building up in his guts.

With every image of Hua Cheng passing through his mind, Xie Lian’s movements began to be erratic and more sloppy. He knew he couldn’t hold back his release any longer—no, Xie Lian didn’t even want to. He needed to come right now, otherwise the feeling would drive him crazy. Hua Cheng had to know what just a mere thought of him made to Xie Lian.

Xie Lian finished with one last stroke, coming amply with moaned “San Lang” breaking free from lips. He aimed his cock at his chest, realizing that otherwise the back of his phone would end up soiled with his come.

Shit, Xie Lian swore under his breath, his mind going hazy after the climax. It took him a moment to stabilize his breathing, having been panting this whole time, and only when his mind had cleared a little, did he realize he was still recording!

With his cheeks aflame, Xie Lian quickly clicked a button to stop recording. Even though embarrassment crept across his skin, what was done was done. His soft moans coming forth from his lips after his climax would be an extra, sweet bonus for Hua Cheng, Xie Lian thought shyly.

He didn’t clean himself up yet, nor did he put his already soft cock back inside his boxers. Instead, Xie Lian focused on the phone in his hand, staring at his conversation with Hua Cheng. What should he say? Should he send the video without a word?

No, Xie Lian thought, furrowing his eyebrows as he pondered. He should warn Hua Cheng about the video content, at least.

me
Hi, San Lang.
Um
Don’t open the video if someone is around you, okay?
[video attached]
And make sure to mute it!!!

However, at the same time the video had been sent, Xie Lian got a message from Hua Cheng.

San Lang
gege

Oh, a breathed gasp slipped past Xie Lian’s lips. What perfect timing we have, he thought, unbearable anticipation growing inside him. It seemed Hua Cheng abandoned the idea of expanding his thought he had begun, instead watching Xie Lian’s video, because no new message popped up in their conversation—

Xie Lian groaned faintly, placing the phone on his lap. With his free hand he covered his face, embarrassed, as doubts submerged again. Was it really a good idea to send such a lewd video to Hua Cheng during his working hours?

Oh no, Xie Lian panicked at the sudden thought. What if someone was near Hua Cheng and saw it—

Suddenly, Xie Lian’s phone rang, startling him. However, once he noticed the caller ID, his heart settled right away, even though a deep blush dusting on his cheeks remained.

Thank goddess that Hua Cheng didn’t choose the video call, otherwise his beloved would witness the state Xie Lian was in.

Still having his cum adorning his shirt.

“S–San Lang?” Xie Lian began hesitantly, playing with a lock of his long hair nervously. “Did you…”

“Gege.”

Xie Lian gulped anxiously upon hearing his husband’s unusual tone. His voice seemed tense, as though Hua Cheng was under great pressure, extremely stressed. Had the meeting gone wrong, or was it because the video Xie Lian had sent him?

“San Lang, let me explain—”

“Gege,” Hua Cheng cut in again, firmly, and Xie Lian heard him letting out a quivering sigh. Not a good sign. “Gege, love,” Hua Cheng’s tone changed again, his voice being tender as always. “Come to my office?”

“N–now?” Xie Lian blinked in surprise, thrown off balance. At this point he had no idea what was going on.

“Yes,” Hua Cheng replied simply, omitting details. Something feels off, Xie Lian thought, but refrained from voicing his worries yet. “I will send you the address, so take a cab. Please, if— if you are free now, please, come as soon as possible. Nothing has happened, don’t worry,” Hua Cheng pressed on, his voice rushed.

Xie Lian stood up, feeling anxious despite Hua Cheng’s reassurances. His husband didn’t sound as if nothing had happened at all! “San Lang, god. Are you sure you’re okay? I will be there in no time, I promise.”

Another trembling breath. It took Hua Cheng a moment to utter anything else, but once he did, his words made Xie Lian’s heart melt.

“Gege, I’m fine, really. I just feel like… if I don’t see you soon, I will lose my mind.”

Xie Lian arrived at the specified address fifteen minutes later. When he got out of the cab, Yin Yu was already waiting for him, bowing his head with respect. Shortly after, Xie Lian was led inside the building and greeted by other Hua Cheng’s employees as they passed by, welcoming him with the bright smiles adorning their faces.

A few minutes later, Xie Lian and Yin Yu stood before Hua Cheng’s office located at the very end of the burgundy corridor, far away from any other rooms, as though Hua Cheng valued his privacy even at work.

“Sir,” Yin Yu knocked at the door twice, speaking with a steady voice, but loud enough to be heard from inside the office. “Mr. Xie is here.”

Suddenly, the door opened, as though Hua Cheng had been waiting here for a while already. Out of the corner of his eye, Xie Lian noticed a hand moving towards his own, these familiar, slender fingers of his husband wrapping around his wrist. A small smile blossomed on Xie Lian’s face at the prospect of seeing his beloved, but before Xie Lian could even realize what was happening, he was pulled inside the office, and the door behind them shut loudly.

“San—”

Xie Lian wasn’t given to finish his sentence. In the next second, he was gently pushed against the closed door, and Hua Cheng—not wanting to waste more time—began kissing him fiercely, as though they hadn’t seen each other for months. The kiss was needy and intense, making Xie Lian feel dizzy. It didn’t take long as a soft, uncontrollable moan escaped his lips, with Hua Cheng’s hands wandering over his front, touching every part of his body.

Hua Cheng acted like a touch-starved man.

Before his arrival here, Xie Lian had thought briefly that Hua Cheng wanted to see him either to kiss or hug him; anything to make his mood better. However, being attacked with his mouth right away wasn’t something Xie Lian had expected—not that he minded, though. He loved his husband, after all.

Xie Lian wrapped his arms around Hua Cheng’s neck to pull him close, and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Hua Cheng welcomed his tongue inside his mouth eagerly, whimpering in pleasure as their tongues brushed against each other. But the longer the kiss lasted, the harder it became to breathe. Reluctantly, Xie Lian pushed Hua Cheng away gently, panting heavily as their lips parted.

“San Lang,” Xie Lian breathed out, feeling his cheeks heating up upon noticing the hungry glint passing through Hua Cheng’s eyes. “You—” Xie Lian trailed off, gasping, as something hard dug in his abdomen. “Y–you are hard.”

Hua Cheng stared at him with his lips slightly parted, surprised by the honest remark of his husband. It didn’t take long, though, as he burst into a fit of laughter, squeezing his eyes in delight.

“S–San Lang, don’t laugh at me!” Xie Lian stammered, embarrassed. He didn’t understand at all what made Hua Cheng laugh so much! Trying to hide, Xie Lian buried his face in his palms, but Hua Cheng’s amused giggles didn’t subside in the slightest. However, Hua Cheng upon hearing Xie Lian’s whines, took him into his arms, resting his chin on top of his head, holding close.

“Mm, apologies, gege,” Hua Cheng laughed softly again before kissing Xie Lian’s temple tenderly. “Just the way you said it… it was so funny, I couldn’t help myself.”

Xie Lian feigned a pout, burying his face in Hua Cheng’s chest. “Not funny,” he mumbled, receiving another kiss from Hua Cheng as an apology.

They stayed like this until Hua Cheng calmed down. Once he spoke up, his voice was tender and steady again. “Why is gege surprised to find me hard?” Hua Cheng asked, stroking the back of Xie Lian’s head. “After the video he had sent me?”

Xie Lian whined, flustered. He found it impossible to utter even a word, let alone look at Hua Cheng, so he pressed his face even tighter into Hua Cheng’s warm chest, omitting any answer.

“It left me speechless,” Hua Cheng continued, mumbling into Xie Lian’s soft hair. “I’m so lucky those trash wanted to take a little break from our negotiations, otherwise I wouldn’t have had a chance to see gege’s message.” Hua Cheng admitted lovingly, playing with Xie Lian’s hair, swirling a long, dark lock around his slender finger. Xie Lian remained silent despite his husband’s praise, instead grasping the hem of Hua Cheng’s elegant shirt nervously. Letting out a soft sigh, Hua Cheng coaxed Xie Lian with the utmost gentleness, saying, “Gege, look at me?”

And Xie Lian obeyed, unable to resist his husband’s sweet voice. Once their eyes met, Hua Cheng’s expression was full of love, prompting Xie Lian’s legs to give in. He leaned heavily against the door, and Hua Cheng took advantage of their position to pin him gently against the door, resting his hands on both sides of Xie Lian’s head.

Many would think Xie Lian was like a little sheep caught in a wolf’s trap, but Xie Lian felt nothing but comfort between his husband’s arms, excitement building up within his body.

Hua Cheng smiled softly before he leaned down, nuzzling Xie Lian’s cheek with his nose affectionately. His touch tickled Xie Lian’s skin, making him barely hold a chuckle back, but Xie Lian enjoyed his husband’s affection too much to say anything. Instead, knowing what would come next, he tilted his head slightly to give Hua Cheng’s mouth better access to his neck once Hua Cheng started peppering Xie Lian’s jaw with soft kisses. They stayed like this for a moment, basking in each other’s tenderness and touches.

“Gege is so brave, making such a video for me,” Hua Cheng praised, looking Xie Lian in the eyes. “Did gege want to make me feel better? Gege definitely succeeded, since dealing with those idiots for so long made my blood boil. But,” he trailed off to steal a kiss from Xie Lian, barely moving his lips. It was rather a simple peck, but when Hua Cheng leaned back, his expression was different. His soft, kind smile was replaced with a playful one, sending a shiver of excitement down Xie Lian’s spine. “To answer your previous question, my dear husband,” Hua Cheng was almost purrying as he spoke, “I played the video over and over again to keep myself,” he gestured at his hard, clothed dignity, “like this, so the one who has brought me into this state can take care of it.”

Xie Lian swallowed hard, feeling his own cock hardening rapidly. “R–really?” Xie Lian smiled sheepishly, his gaze darting between Hua Cheng’s eyes and his cock. Before he opened his mouth to speak, he cleared his throat to have his voice steady. “What about the meeting? You said you’re on a break, does it mean you are not over yet with it?”

Hua Cheng sighed deeply, furrowing his eyebrows in anger; it seemed that just a mention of the meeting thwarted his good mood he had appeared to be in for the last couple of minutes. “Mm,” Hua Cheng confirmed reluctantly, taking a few steps back to give Xie Lian some space. “They said they need an hour or so. To think.”

Xie Lian chided himself mentally for destroying the intimate moment between them, deciding not to mention the meeting again. He closed the distance between their bodies again, then confessed firmly with determination washing over his face. “I want my husband to smile. I love it when he’s smiling.” With that being said, he grabbed Hua Cheng’s wrists gently, as though afraid the man would take yet another step back to make distance between them once more. “We still have time, don’t we?”

“W–we have…” Hua Cheng admitted with his eyes widening, a little speechless at the sudden boldness Xie Lian was showing him. Although the shock painted over his face didn't last long as in the next moment, the mischievous smile was back on his face. “How does gege want me?” he asked without a shred of embarrassment in his voice.

“H–how?” Xie Lian repeated shyly, averting his eyes. His boldness—at whatever level it was—vanished as swiftly as it had appeared in the first place. Needless to say, it still made him look adorable, with his cheeks flushed like a freshly gathered Japanese peach.

Hua Cheng grinned and grabbed Xie Lian’s wrist, leading him farther into the room, straight to his spacious office desk. After he prompted Xie Lian to sit on top of it, Hua Cheng settled himself between his husband’s thighs, resting his hands on each side of Xie Lian’s body as he leaned down, close to Xie Lian’s face.

“I’ve got an idea, actually,” Hua Cheng began innocently, trailing his finger down Xie Lian’s thigh. “We have talked about it a few days ago, does gege remember? You wanted me to fuck you against the floor-to-ceiling window with a nice view over the city,” Hua Cheng explained teasingly, gesturing with his hand at the said window beside them. His hungry eyes were still fixed solely on Xie Lian’s flustered face, though.

As though recalling the events of his and Hua Cheng’s night of their recent marriage anniversary, Xie Lian flushed even more, burying his face in his palms to hide from Hua Cheng’s piercing gaze. “S–San Lang…” Xie Lian mumbled. “You are too straightforward sometimes…”

Hua Cheng laughed genuinely at his words, taking Xie Lian’s hands off his face to kiss each of the palms sweetly. “And gege still flushes at the thought of having sex, even though I have made him come more than a few hundred times already,” he admitted with a soft smile playing on his lips. “So? Decision is up to you, gege. I may as well fuck you roughly on my desk, so whenever I look at it later, I will remember taking you apart with my cock buried deep inside you–”

Hua Cheng wasn’t given a chance to finish his filthy idea as Xie Lian suddenly caught the collar of Hua Cheng’s elegant button-up, sealing their lips in a rough kiss. Whether it was to make him stop talking, Hua Cheng could only guess.

The kiss was deep and fierce, as if the idea was very to Xie Lian’s liking, but was too shy to admit it aloud. Hua Cheng might have realized it at some point, smiling into the kiss. As they kissed, Hua Cheng’s hands wandered over Xie Lian’s body again, but then—as though a new idea popped into his head—he prompted Xie Lian to lay down on his back.

As it turned out quickly, kissing in such a position was impossible, so they broke the kiss, albeit reluctantly. The intensity of it left them both panting heavily, staring at each other greedily and with certain desire in mind.

Taking a moment to calm down, Xie Lian glanced towards the window, his eyes widening at a sudden realization. “N–no way you would f–fuck me against the window here, San Lang,” Xie Lian began quietly, lifting his hands up to hide his face again. “There’s literally another building in front of this, p–people may see us…”

Hua Cheng’s gaze followed, staring at the window as he pondered. However, once another idea appeared in his head, he looked back at Xie Lian with another mischievous smile playing on his lips. “But gege wanted to be fuck like this, doesn’t gege remember his own words?”

“Not with people looking—!”

Hua Cheng emitted yet another heartily laugher. “Alright, alright. I don’t want the others to see my beloved with such a blissful expression on his face when he comes, either,” Hua Cheng agreed softly, tapping his finger on Xie Lian’s knee to get his attention. With a sigh of defeat, Xie Lian withdrew his hands to peek at Hua Cheng shyly, and when their eyes locked, Hua Cheng continued, “But I still want to fulfill my husband’s wish. We can come here in the evening the other day, once people are done with their work. But for now…”

Xie Lian swallowed hard once more, noticing his own arousal, now even more evident as he laid down on Hua Cheng’s desk. “F–for now?” He repeated Hua Cheng’s words, curious.

Hua Cheng remained silent, leaving the question unanswered. Instead, he rested his hands on the corners of the desk, observing Xie Lian’s face from above. His expression didn’t betray what he was thinking about at all. But then, all of a sudden, he leaned down as though to kiss Xie Lian again, but instead of his face, Hua Cheng pressed his lips against Xie Lian’s clothed arousal, planting a delicate, butterfly kiss there, all the time maintaining eye contact with him.

Xie Lian squirmed in embarrassment, trying to draw his knees up to his chest, but Hua Cheng didn’t let him, holding his legs in place by his ankles. “We have talked about something else, too,” Hua Cheng said. “But it’s gonna be easier for gege, since I’m not in the middle of the meeting.”

“San Lang…” Xie Lian groaned shyly as he recalled yet another details of their conversation from the anniversary night. Hua Cheng had mentioned that he would really like the idea of having Xie Lian between his thighs, sucking him off.

But hidden under his office desk during a meeting.

During that conversation, Xie Lian had been embarrassed just at the thought of it; it seemed so lewd and inappropriate; what if someone would notice him? It would embarrass Hua Cheng as well, perhaps even damage the good name of his company.

But now something felt different. A part of Xie Lian regretted that there was no meeting right now, taking away a dose of adrenaline at the possibility of being exposed.

However, they were in Hua Cheng’s office now, and moreover, Xie Lian was sprawled on top of his husband’s office desk. Even a chance of giving his beloved a blowjob during his working hours—although during the break—made his cock twitch with excitement.

Xie Lian sat upright, peeking at Hua Cheng expectantly from beneath his long eyelashes, fluttering them slowly, as if to seduce him.

At this moment, Xie Lian’s layer of embarrassment wrapped around his body began to shatter rapidly.

Sensing the sudden change in Xie Lian’s behavior, Hua Cheng licked his bottom lip, unconsciously leaning closer. Xie Lian knew his husband had been hard for long, refusing to pleasure himself, instead waiting patiently for Xie Lian’s arrival.

And it was enough to dissipate the shyness surrounding Xie Lian. He got off the desk to stand on his tiptoes, and then wrapped his arms around Hua Cheng’s neck tightly, smiling at him with affection. However, he didn’t kiss him yet, even though there were barely inches of distance between their mouths; instead, Xie Lian stared deeply into Hua Cheng’s eyes, reflecting pure desire painting over his face.

Xie Lian didn’t need a drink to break his shyness. Desire emanating from Hua Cheng’s body like this was enough to make Xie Lian feel greedy.

Without any warnings, Xie Lian crashed his lips against Hua Cheng’s, kissing him roughly, and taken by surprise, Hua Cheng moaned into his lips, squeezing his eyes shut.

He wanted Xie Lian to do as he pleased.

However, Xie Lian unwrapped his arms from Hua Cheng’s neck soon after, wanting to take their activity to another level. With his soft finger pads, Xie Lian traced the line of his husband’s jaw, then moved down to his neck, and stopped as he felt the soft fabric of Hua Cheng’s elegant shirt. Without giving too much thought to what he was doing, Xie Lian wrapped his fingers on the collar, prompting Hua Cheng to follow him to behind the desk. They almost stumbled on their feet, having their eyes closed as they continued kissing.

When his tongue slipped inside Hua Cheng’s mouth to extend his exploration, Xie Lian made Hua Cheng sit down in the spacious, leather office chair, meanwhile blindly fighting with the zipper of Hua Cheng’s elegant slacks.

Hua Cheng—sensing the eagerness and impatience in his husband’s actions—caught his wrists, stopping him. Although Xie Lian seemed dissatisfied with the turn of events, he didn’t wriggled from Hua Cheng’s grasp, instead watching him, confused.

“If gege wants my cock so badly,” Hua Cheng murmured teasingly after they broke the kiss, with a trail of saliva still connecting their tongues, “he has to go under my desk first.”

Xie Lian whimpered at Hua Cheng’s request, but did as was told. He quickly got to his knees and crawled under the desk, looking at his surroundings. Surprisingly, there was enough space to move comfortably, let alone to have easy access to Hua Cheng’s cock.

“Good,” Hua Cheng breathed out, impatience evident in his voice as well. He moved the chair further under the desk, pressing his chest to the edge of the wooden surface, so he couldn’t even peek at Xie Lian at all. “Now gege is free to do as he wants.”

“It’s embarrassing,” Xie Lian whimpered quietly from under the desk, but despite his words, he slowly began to work on unbuckling Hua Cheng’s leather belt.

“There’s only the two of us,” Hua Cheng reassured in a light tone, still breathing at an even pace, albeit not for long. He gripped the armrests with all his force once Xie Lian freed his cock from the slacks and tight boxers, and given his sudden panting, Xie Lian had to already put his cock into his mouth, sucking passionately. “B–but if anyone comes here, they won’t see you gege. D–dahh, don’t worry. Fuck.”

Truth to Hua Cheng’s words, the desk was built in from the front, perfectly covering Xie Lian hiding in there. Regretfully, given his position, Xie Lian couldn’t see Hua Cheng’s expression, and he had to rely solely on the sounds escaping Hua Cheng’s lips.

“Not being able to see you drives me crazy,” Hua Cheng moaned, trying to roll his hips to fuck Xie Lian’s mouth. “Gege always makes cute faces when he sucks me off like this, ahh.”

Xie Lian whined, eagerly working on Hua Cheng’s cock. Although as much as Xie Lian enjoyed it so far, being under the desk had a great flaw: he and Hua Cheng couldn’t coordinate their movements well. A gag reflex he almost had prompted Xie Lian to grip his husband’s hips, stopping him from moving too quickly.

Hua Cheng didn’t seem to mind, letting a few loud moans escape his lips as Xie Lian bobbed up and down his length, each time taking Hua Cheng deeper into his throat. Feeling the weight of Hua Cheng’s hard, thick cock on his tongue, the salty taste his dripping tip left in his mouth—Xie Lian barely held back a need to touch his own, painfully hard cock, still trapped in his boxers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hua Cheng enchanted like a mantra between the soft whimpers and moans, breathing quickly through his nose.

Truthfully, it was a miracle that the armrests he was gripping hadn’t broken yet under the force he was constantly using to hold them.

Xie Lian realized—given Hua Cheng’s legs sudden trembling—that it was just a matter of seconds before his husband would come inside his mouth. Not wanting to torment him for so long, Xie Lian tightened his lips around Hua Cheng’s length, sucking the tip passionately, but then—

He froze, as did Hua Cheng—at the sudden knock on the door.

“Sir,” came Yin Yu’s voice from outside the room. “Your guests are ready to resume negotiations.”

For a moment Hua Cheng didn’t move or respond, as though trying to collect his thoughts. San Lang almost reached his climax, so his mind must be foggy, making it difficult to think clearly, Xie Lian thought, slowly withdrawing his mouth from Hua Cheng’s still hard cock.

However, just as his teeth grazed the tip, Hua Cheng leaned forward slightly and put his hand under the desk—enough to be able to touch the back of Xie Lian’s head—and prompted Xie Lian to take his cock back to his mouth.

Xie Lian let out a confused sound as Hua Cheng spoke aloud, “Very well.”

The door opened, filling the room with the light chatter of two newcomers. They sat on two leather seats in front of Hua Cheng’s desk, kicking the thin, wooden board of the office desk, the one separating the newcomers’ legs and Xie Lian hidden under the desk.

Such a realization made Xie Lian’s blood run cold, his breathing quickening uncontrollably at the possibility of being exposed. Fortunately, he wasn’t loud enough to be heard as the newcomers started talking to Hua Cheng about business, not something strange coming straight from under the desk.

Hua Cheng, however, must have sensed something off with Xie Lian—perhaps by the way Xie Lian’s lips tensed around his cock—because the hand on his head started moving, caressing Xie Lian’s hair gently.

A slight touch of his husband was enough to soothe Xie Lian’s nerves right away. He tried to relax his throat with Hua Cheng’s cock inside his mouth, but didn’t resume his sucking just yet. He might have, however, swirled his tongue around Hua Cheng’s length to keep it hard.

Hua Cheng’s voice didn’t even waver at the soft touch on his cock, speaking with a steady and cold tone. “So? Have you thought about my proposition or is it still not enough to satisfy you?”

If only they knew how much it costs San Lang to keep his face straight right now, Xie Lian squirmed mentally, doing his best not to make even a slightest sound. Well, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious how long Hua Cheng could keep his expression steady; that’s why he resumed his blowjob, bobbing up and down his stretched lips around Hua Cheng’s cock.

Upon feeling Xie Lian’s willingness to continue his task under the desk, Hua Cheng patted the back of Xie Lian’s head before withdrawing his hand completely. It turned out that Hua Cheng didn’t mind the challenge at all.

“Ah,” the newcomer began, trying to sound confident. He failed. “Your company…”

Xie Lian closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation inside his mouth. He felt Hua Cheng’s cock twitching in excitement, but something told Xie Lian that the ongoing negotiation above him wasn’t the reason for Hua Cheng’s eagerness.

While Xie Lian wasn’t paying much attention to what was being said, he listened carefully to every soft, almost inaudible gasps slipping past Hua Cheng’s lips, or the way his breathing was slightly ragged as he spoke. It drove Xie Lian crazy.

How could Hua Cheng continue his negotiations like this, hiding so well the pleasure building up within his body?

These men didn’t seem to notice anything amiss at all!

Xie Lian did his best to hold back his moans as Hua Cheng’s cock slid deeper and deeper into his throat. It felt so good, too good…

A sudden loud bang on the table startled Xie Lian, prompting him to swallow just as Hua Cheng’s cock was buried deep inside his throat, having him fully in his mouth. The slam had come from above Xie Lian, so it must have been Hua Cheng’s doing—

Xie Lian’s train of thought was cut off abruptly as his beloved came inside his throat, and he couldn’t do anything but swallow every drop of Hua Cheng’s come. Perhaps Hua Cheng kept his expression steady the whole time, but his legs didn’t, trembling as climax washed over him. Xie Lian caught Hua Cheng’s knees, keeping him in place.

Barely.

“W–what happened?” One of the men asked, seemingly startled. “We just told you what we wanted, there’s no need to express an objection the way you did!”

“We thought the Crimson Company is widely respected for its composed… CEO,” the other man sneered, tapping his fingers on the desk.

It took a moment for Hua Cheng to answer, but once he did, his voice was muffled, as though he buried his face in his palms. “It’s impossible to keep a straight face with all that nonsense you are babbling about for the past few hours.” Hua Cheng said, leaning back in his chair, while still having his cock—already soft—inside Xie Lian’s mouth. “But I’m in a good mood. Reconsider your options again and come back tomorrow. Only then we’ll talk about… the real business.”

The two men agreed quickly, as though afraid of losing someone as important as Hua Cheng in their business. After a shake of hands, they left the office, leaving Hua Cheng—settled behind the desk—alone.

Only when the door behind them closed, did Hua Cheng let a deep, desperate sigh escape his lips. He pushed the chair back slowly, prompting Xie Lian to pull his cock out of his mouth, and help him get out from beneath the desk. However, before Xie Lian could have stretched properly after kneeling for so long, he was pulled into a tight, warm embrace.

Smiling to himself, Xie Lian buried his face in his husband’s chest, basking in his affection.

He really loved this man.

“Gege is incredible,” Hua Cheng admitted honestly. He pushed Xie Lian slightly away to look him in the eyes, smiling softly. “But truth be told, I couldn’t hold back any longer. And, well,” Hua Cheng’s cheeks reddened adorably, “I might have startled my clients the moment I came. Sorry, gege, that I didn’t warn you.”

Xie Lian hid his chuckle with the press of his hand, squeezing his eyes in delight. “Was it the kind of distraction from work you wanted from me?”

“Ahh,” Hua Cheng replied, appearing shy all of a sudden. “Yeah. But if gege plans on distracting me like this more often during the negotiations, I’m afraid I will lose my business within a few days.”

Xie Lian shook his head fondly, letting out another content sigh as he buried his flustered face in Hua Cheng’s chest. His husband had often complained about his job, so perhaps—if Xie Lian visited him more often, but preferably during his breaks—Hua Cheng would love his job even a little more than he already did.