Chapter 6: One Clause Left

Lu Zhenyu did not lose control of rooms.

He lost it in the lift going up, and again in the hall.

He lost it finally at his own bedroom door, with his husband's fist in his shirt and his husband's tongue in his mouth.

"Clause eight," Lu said, against Fang's jaw. "The lock on the second room."

"I threw the key off your balcony."

"That was a Qing dynasty planter."

"It was a pot," said Fang. "With a dead plant in it. You're welcome."

Lu laughed.

It surprised him, and it surprised Fang more.

They stood in the dark bedroom doorway with their foreheads together, grinning.

Then Fang's hands went to his tie.

"You said it into a microphone," Fang said. "My husband sleeps in my bed."

"I did," said Lu.

"So I'm sleeping in it," Fang said.

"Yes."

He got the tie off, and the jacket, and the shirt buttons one by one.

He did it with a ferocious concentration that Lu found harder to bear than any of the touching.

Lu had imagined something like this, in the quiet hours when he did not allow himself to.

He had been wrong about the noise.

Fang kept talking.

He talked while he pushed the shirt off Lu's shoulders.

He talked while he kissed a line down Lu's chest.

He talked while Lu backed him toward the bed with a hand spread low on his spine.

"You've got a body with everything in its column," Fang said. "I want to make a mess of it."

"Then do it," said Lu.

"I will," Fang promised.

"After me."

He put Fang down on his back on the grey sheets and stood over him, in the lamplight, and looked.

Fang was broad and brown and flushed from the throat down.

He had a driver's forearms and a hard, honest belly that rose and fell fast.

His cock lay thick and red against his stomach, already wet.

"Stop looking," said Fang.

"No."

"You're doing it on purpose."

"I'm doing it because I have wanted to," said Lu, and heard his own voice drop, and did not mind.

He opened the bedside drawer.

The bottle was cold and nearly new, and Fang's eyes went to it, wide.

"You had that ready?"

"I own a hotel. I buy in bulk."

Fang barked a laugh, and groaned in the middle of it when Lu knelt between his knees and pushed them wider.

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