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To no one's surprise, if his hands weren't actually on Wei Wei, the ones in his mind were.
In the car, in line at the store, just walking down the street. He could mentally undress his boyfriend any time, any place. He didn't always think about sex while he was doing so, believe him or not. Sometimes he pictured him in the morning, lazily unbuttoning his (that Cheng rarely allowed him to wear) sleep shirt. Or changing into an outfit Cheng bought him (with the sole purpose of taking it off him).
So it did primarily always involve sex.
But when you had such a beautiful loser at your beck and call, in your head and reality, you would too. And besides, he planned to be with his Wei Wei until they were so old their dicks wouldn't even be good for pissing, let alone fucking. There was no harm in relishing in that part while they still could.
This time, Wu Suowei was getting groceries- they had the luxury of having it delivered, but when the man looked at him with a melancholy side glance and said it reminded him of running errands with his mother, Chi Cheng relented immediately. So here he was, without Wei Wei for an entire three hours. He offered to go with, but he had said Those who don't cook don't get to decide on what is cooked.
Not only did he have his cutest pout while he said it, but it was likely another quote from his mother.
The obedient Chi Chang (an oxymoron) sat on the couch, intermittently sighing and checking his watch. If he had to go without, he'd double down on imagining and enacting all those fantasies after dinner.
It started as it always did, with Wei Wei looking at him with that gaze of his, intense and defiant, but quick to yield, looking past and through him. His mind's eye travelled lower, to his neck, his chest, that tummy ...
He wasted no time, picturing Wu Suowei on his back, legs splayed and ready. The best part of day dreams was getting to the good part fast. He loved to see him unravel through meticulous foreplay of course, but there was nothing like pounding him hard to see him truly come undone. Wei Wei was whiny and scared at first, but he was that way with everything. At this point in their relationship, he wouldn't actually sit and deal with anything he didn't like.
And Cheng knew what he liked.
From the tips of his toes to his nose, to the deepest parts he could reach with his hands and cock. All of it. How to touch him, how to make him whimper and beg for more (in his bratty, roundabout way that Cheng fell for so long ago now).
But to be truthful, sometimes his fantasy Wei Wei got a little... boring. Part of what made him love his partner so much was his unpredictability. He could be sweet or sour, bitey or soft, languid or proactive, and Cheng could rarely predict what he’d be in a day. So there was no replicating him in his head. When that happened, he had to get creative, thinking of kinks or positions they hadn’t or wouldn’t try (Suowei was never going to be flexible enough to have his legs pressed up to his ears, alas). Today, a novel thought occurred to him, spurred by something Wei Wei had said once.
What if his little Wei Wei fucked him for a change?
The idea on its own wasn’t that sexy to Cheng. The type of men to approach him were typically bottoms, and he was happy with that, generally. He liked to have them (now just Wei Wei, only and forever Wei Wei) beneath him, writhing under his hands and dick. Knowing the power to make someone feel ecstasy was in his hands was the best part of sex.
But he’s sure Wei Wei was curious, at least, so he could indulge the notion for him.
He’d start off terribly, of course. He was bad at every sex act (kissing too for that matter) they’ve attempted until the second or third try, that just happened to be a turn on in of itself. His hands would shake, and there’d be more lube on the sheets than his fingers. But he’d be so sincere and goofy, that any discomfort (Cheng had fingered himself once or twice, when jacking off just wasn’t enough, often from Wei Wei related arousal) would be brief, replaced by joy and comfort. When the deed got started, he laughed out loud imagine the pathetic, desperate hip shakes, panting and fucking like a juvenile dog. Maybe he’d got lucky here and there and brush that sweet spot-
-what if he got lucky over and over? Wei Wei often shocked him like that. He was a loser, but not a stupid one. Like Cheng had thought, he was bad at every sex act at first, but only two or three tries to get it right was actually pretty fast. His imaginary thrusting fell into a rhythm, clumsy and adorable, just like Cheng’s real hand on his real pants.
The face in his vision turned from distracted to focused, with his shitty little grin, N-Now I get to see you beneath me. Pretty and moaning. How’s it feel?
Good, he’d answer, Damn good.
Those hands that made such nice artwork, and handled his snakes with love and care (almost as much as he did for Cheng, and his babies are the only things he could never be jealous of), began stroking his dick, which was rock hard in the dream and getting there in reality. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to let him have his way once or twice, and there was nothing stopping Cheng from taking over the next round (there was never only one). And a Wei Wei who was exhausted from fucking him would be nice and pliable under his hands.
After another moment, he paused the hand stroking himself and checked his phone for the time. He saw a text saying that Wei Wei would be home in twenty, which was plenty of time for him to hop in the shower and make some preparations.
He really hoped his Wei Wei hadn’t purchased any eggs, because if Cheng had his way, that grocery bag would be hitting the floor when he saw the surprise he had in store.●