Chapter 18: The Guest House

Lu Chen's heat broke over him at the edge of the dance floor, and his knees went before he could say the clause aloud.

Su Ye caught him.

He took the six pages out of Lu Chen's fist and put them in his own jacket.

Then he picked him up.

He carried him through the gold ballroom, past the applauding tables, out into the garden.

He carried him all the way to the guest house and up the steps.

He kicked the door shut behind them.

Nobody had ever seen Su Ye carry anything that far.

"Put me down," Lu Chen said hoarsely. "I can walk."

"No."

"My suppressants..."

"Failed. I know. You smell like honey." Su Ye laid him on the wide white bed. "I've got you. Let me do it."

Lu Chen's hands were shaking at his collar.

Su Ye undid the ruined bow tie, and then every button, kissing the hollow of his throat.

He peeled the dinner suit off him and dropped it on the floor.

Lu Chen was hard already, and wet between his thighs, slick running down the inside of his leg.

"Su Ye. Please. It hurts."

"I know. Turn over."

Lu Chen turned, onto his stomach, with his hips lifted.

Su Ye knelt behind him and set his thumbs on either side of his hole.

It was soft, and slick, and clenching on nothing.

"Oh, you're a mess," he said, awed. "Look at you."

He put his mouth on it.

Lu Chen cried out and buried his face in the pillow.

Su Ye licked him, slow and deep, the flat of his tongue dragging over the slick rim.

Then the tip of it pushed in.

He tasted of honey and heat.

He fucked him with his tongue until Lu Chen was babbling, and the bed shook with his trembling.

"Su Ye. Don't. I'll come. I want you inside me. Please."

"Say it."

"Fuck me. Su Ye. Fuck me. Please."

Su Ye stripped fast, with his own hands shaking.

He pushed in, and found Lu Chen so wet that he slid all the way to the root in one smooth thrust.

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