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“Thank you for your service, Chief Zhao, and anything you want from our store, anything at all, will of course be free of charge. To show our gratitude.” The manager of the high end lingerie store bowed for a third time, and Zhao Yunlan made a lofty gesture of acceptance.
It had been an easy case, although a despicable one, one that the SID would normally not even have bothered with: a peeping Tom rigging up cameras to peek into women’s dressing rooms. The difference was that the peeping Tom in this case had been a Dixingren who could look through mirrors. A little detective work, a little Black Cloak Envoy magic, and the scumbag was behind bars and the women of Dragon City could try on lingerie without fear.
“Please take a look around, Chief Zhao, and feel free to drop by anytime. Maybe bring your girlfriend? Or your wife?”
As the manager walked away, Zhao Yunlan looked around the store. It was expensive, that much was clear: tasteful teak furnishings, dim golden lighting, discreet drawers overflowing with tiny pieces of silk, lace and… was that leather? Mannequins draped in exquisite confections designed to hold in, push up and accentuate. Zhao Yunlan had never put much stock in lingerie, preferring to get as quickly as possible to what was underneath, but he could see the allure of the garments, the temptation of unwrapping a gift. If he had a girlfriend or a wife, he may have taken the manager up on his offer, but… Zhao Yunlan stopped short.
He may not have a girlfriend or a wife, but he had something better. A Shen Wei. A Shen Wei who blushed when Zhao Yunlan peeled him out of his black boxer briefs. A Shen Wei who loved the feel of soft tailored fabric against his skin. A Shen Wei who denied himself material pleasures, but who moaned against Zhao Yunlan’s mouth and let himself sink into a haze of sensation. How would Shen Wei look with a froth of dark blue lace with a hint of silver thread, the same colour as his favourite suit, starkly standing out against his skin, his cock red and weeping, poking out of the flimsy waistband, hard against his stomach? Zhao Yunlan readjusted himself subtly and marched up to the counter, only to leave half an hour later, in a daze of descriptions, with a small discreet bag tucked away inside his jacket.
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Shen Wei knew Zhao Yunlan was up to something. He didn’t know what, but he knew his Yunlan well enough at this point to know that a very specific glint in his eyes and a very specific smirk on his lips didn’t bode well for someone, and that someone these days was usually Shen Wei himself. So he was on his guard all evening, but Zhao Yunlan was on his very best behavior. Too good, in fact: extravagant compliments, gentle caresses, a luxurious take out dinner. It was when Zhao Yunlan offered to help him wash the dishes that even Shen Wei’s iron will broke.
“What are you up to?”
“Can’t a man just want to pamper his beautiful boyfriend once in a while?” Shen Wei didn’t believe that angelic face for a second.
“The truth, Zhao Yunlan.” The tragedy of Shen Wei’s life was that the voice that had cowed hundreds of students and thousands of Dixingren into submission had absolutely no effect whatsoever on his troublesome lover. Well, it did. Sometimes. But not the effect that Shen Wei necessarily wanted.
Zhao Yunlan just smirked, “I bought you a gift, that’s all. Shen Wei Ah! So suspicious.” He slipped a small paper bag from out of his jacket. “The manager said this was the perfect present for a wife or a girlfriend. How could I resist?”
Shen Wei felt his eyes widen in fascinated horror as the smallest piece of cloth he had ever seen slithered out of the bag. “What is that?”
“That, my darling innocent, is the most expensive lingerie money can buy. The woman at the store said that it felt like clouds against the skin.”
Shen Wei felt that this statement needed to be clarified. “And you expect me to... wear it?”
Zhao Yunlan’s eyes darkened with lust. “And nothing else.”
Shen Wei had lived longer than most men, had seen more than most. As he felt his face go warm, he wished fervently that those years had broken his truly inconvenient propensity to blush at the worst possible time.
“I…” he managed to stammer, “I… “ He felt Zhao Yunlan’s hand against his chin, and realized he had ducked his head without even noticing. “I can’t!”
Zhao Yunlan’s voice suddenly switched from teasingly provocative to exceedingly gentle. “Xiao Wei, does this truly make you so uncomfortable?”
Shen Wei nuzzled into that warm hand, “Yunlan, I have never…I don’t think….”
Zhao Yunlan tilted his head up and kissed him, long and deep. “Then you don’t have to.”
As Shen Wei breathed a sigh of relief into Zhao Yunlan’s warm willing mouth, Zhao Yunlan broke off, and…oh no…he was smirking again.
Zhao Yunlan let the silky material slide through long dexterous fingers. “Lovely, isn’t it?” Shen Wei could only nod mutely.
“I’ll put it away then.” With a sinuous shake of his hips, Zhao Yunlan strutted towards the bathroom, and Shen Wei collapsed on the couch and tried to remember how to breathe.
*******
That, Zhao Yunlan thought ruefully, could have gone better. Shen Wei and sex toys could really go either way. The butt plug had been unquestioningly, even eagerly accepted. He was still trying to sell Shen Wei on handcuffs. Shen Wei’s response to the panties hadn’t been terrible. Now to wait for opportunity to strike. He didn’t have to wait long.
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It had been a long day at the University for Shen Wei: two dissertation proposals, a particularly dire faculty meeting, and having to portal in and out thrice to ensure that justice was served. He just wanted to get home, cook a nice dinner for himself and Zhao Yunlan and maybe cuddle for a few hours before falling asleep. He expected Zhao Yunlan would already be home, possibly finishing paperwork for the day. He did not expect a dark apartment with a string of candles leading tantalizingly towards the living room. There he was, his Yunlan, in jeans, a leather jacket, and a snug Henley, sprawled across the couch and to all appearances asleep. Shen Wei softened his steps and turned to the bed to get a cover, when he heard a raspy voice. “Shen Wei, come here.” Obediently he retraced his steps to where Yunlan was gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“I missed you, Xiao Wei.” Hands came up to pull him closer and Shen Wei let himself be tugged into the circle of Zhao Yunlan’s arms, let himself be kissed thoroughly, let his body be explored as Zhao Yunlan caressed him, fingers tracing over his neck, down his spine to the small of his back. He let himself lean into Yunlan’s warm sleep-soft body, let his own hands rise to return the gentle insistent touches, lower and lower until suddenly his hands slipped past the denim waistband to feel… lace?
Shen Wei drew back to look at Zhao Yunlan’s laughing face.
“Feel something you like?” Zhao Yunlan was shucking off his jacket as he spoke, stretching to pull the henley over his head. Usually Shen Wei would have avidly helped, wanting to touch Zhao Yunlan as much and as often as possible, but at that moment he sat stock still, fascinated eyes trained on Zhao Yunlan’s trim waist where he could see a line of dark hair leading down to a line of alluring navy. He didn’t even realise his hand had stretched out to touch, tracing the muscles of Zhao Yunlan’s stomach down to the button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper to expose a tiny triangle of blue fabric, obscenely stretched by his hard cock, his balls hanging on both sides, flushed and tempting.
Shen Wei couldn’t resist replacing his hand with his mouth, kneeling down between Zhao Yunlan’s legs, pulling his jeans down to his ankles so that he was trapped, immobile, his legs splayed open, leaving those strips of tempting cloth and his barely naked cock ready to be touched.
Shen Wei mouthed over the strip of silk that was entirely failing to keep Zhao Yunlan’s cock caged and heard him gasp as he touched his tongue to the tip and licked right down to the base, dampening the cloth until it clung to every contour of Zhao Yunlan’s dick. He explored the strips of lace that hung low on Zhao Yunlan’s hips, kissing and nibbling across the sharp angle of hipbone underneath, as he nudged Zhao Yunlan on to his side and saw a tiny sliver of silk, barely more than a string, disappearing into the tempting crevasse of Zhao Yunlan’s delectable ass and bisecting it into two perfect globes.
Shen Wei allowed himself to move his hands down the smooth skin, as he arched his neck to look up at Zhao Yunlan, mutely asking for permission. Instead of replying, Zhao Yunlan pushed his ass higher into Shen Wei’s hands and shimmied. Taking that as enthusiastic assent, Shen Wei leant forward and burrowed into the welcoming warmth, mapping the crack, flicking the string with his tongue so that it snapped against the crevasse, and felt Yunlan shudder against his lips. Shen Wei surged forward, letting his teeth brush against the outside of Zhao Yunlan’s rim, his mouth using the string to guide him, licking and thrusting. Yunlan thrashed and moaned, rutting against the arm of the couch, trying to get some friction against his cock, the silk serving as both incentive and impediment.
“Just fuck me, Xiao Wei!.” Zhao Yunlan groaned, an uncoordinated hand reaching behind him to paw at Shen Wei’s head. “Stop being such a goddamn tease.”
Shen Wei deliberately moved back, and Zhao Yunlan turned to stare at him with an expression of such utter betrayal that Shen Wei wanted to laugh. Instead, he sank back on his knees and ran a thoughtful finger down Zhao Yunlan’s cock once again. It grew impossibly harder against his touch. The expensive lingerie was now soaked in precum, gone well beyond damp to sopping wet, not even pretending to cover Zhao Yunlan’s cock anymore. Zhao Yunlan made a disgruntled noise and thrust hard against Shen Wei’s hand, and Shen Wei gentled him back onto the couch, before getting up.
“Stay where you are, Yunlan.” Zhao Yunlan looked profoundly annoyed, but complied, a lazy hand coming down to play with his cock. “Don’t touch yourself.” The hand stopped.
Shen Wei slowly and deliberately took off his coat, his tie, his cufflinks and his shirt, meticulously placing them on a chair. His shoes, socks and trousers followed until he was standing in front of Zhao Yunlan only wearing his undershirt and boxer briefs, Zhao Yunlan’s eyes , following his every move until they fixed hungrily on the outline of his cock. Shen Wei flattened a gentle palm against Zhao Yunlan’s chest and pushed him back against the couch; Zhao Yunlan went easily, letting him take the lead. Shen Wei pulled down his underwear in one fluid move and straddled Zhao Yunlan, their thighs bracketing each other, their cocks aligned, and then Shen Wei moved, his hips snapping up and back so that his dick slid deliciously against the lace, the friction rasping against Zhao Yunlan. Most satisfyingly, Zhao Yunlan let out a choked cry and surged against him, moving frantically until their rhythms matched and their cocks rubbed against each other, with nothing but the sliver of cloth separating them, faster and harder until Zhao Yunlan’s hips bucked once, twice and he came with a broken moan and slumped against Shen Wei’s shoulder.
Shen Wei moved to stop, but a clawed grip against his hip stopped him, and Zhao Yunlan bit down on his neck. “Finish on me,” he growled, voice sex-broken and harsh. Shen Wei obeyed, letting his cock slip into the hollow between Zhao Yunlan’s thigh and his dick, and letting Zhao Yunlan’s heat and his own movement keep the momentum until his balls tightened and he came quietly, his face buried against Zhao Yunlan’s throat.
Zhao Yunlan’s hand came up to caress his hair and he let himself rest for a moment, before he got up to fetch three cloths, one for Yunlan, one for himself, and one for the couch. He eased the jeans completely off Zhao Yunlan’s ankles, before hooking his fingers through the sad frayed bits of lace that hung limply against Zhao Yunlan’s thighs.
“It was so expensive,” Zhao Yunlan laughed as Shen Wei tugged it off. “Good thing I got it for free, because that would have been a colossal waste of money.”
Shen Wei ran the towel across his cock and his stomach. “I wouldn’t call it a waste exactly.” And there was that damned inconvenient blush again.
“Oh, you wouldn’t, would you?” said Yunlan, tugging the other cloth out of his hand to return the favour. Shen Wei refused to meet his knowing, amused eyes.
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“Gods help me, Lin Jing, if I don’t have a lead on that hacker in the next five hours, forget about next month’s bonus, you won’t see a bonus for the next year!” Zhao Yunlan shouted as he stomped into his office, ignoring the wails behind him. He stopped short. There was Shen W…no, Hei Pao Shi, the Black Cloak Envoy himself in all his glory, mask, robes, glaive and all.
“Brother Black?” Zhao Yunlan was baffled. “We did not summon you, did we? We don’t have a case for you today.”
“No,” The Envoy said, his voice as always pitched ever so slightly lower than Shen Wei’s. “Today I have work for you.”
Zhao Yunlan was utterly baffled and probably looked it, as the Envoy locked the door with a flick of his wrist.
“You see, Chief Zhao,” he continued as he stalked forward, “We have an unfinished matter to discuss.”
He flipped his robe ever so slightly to the side, and Zhao Yunlan gulped audibly at the demure peek of red and black lace he could see tucked under it.