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Zhao Yunlan woke when the earth rumbled beneath his bed.
Longcheng? Zhao Yunlan called, keeping himself still despite all his instincts because Shen Wei still slept peacefully at his side. His Dixingren husband had survived far more than any ordinary person—even one so brilliant—should need to deal with. Let him sleep through what really should be an unremarkable earthquake that Zhao Yunlan hopefully only noticed because of his connection to Dragon City.
The land breathed out, filling Zhao Yunlan’s head with images. Once, long ago, when Zhao Yunlan had been a child, it had been overwhelming. After centuries of practice, Zhao Yunlan easily filtered through the myriad flashes that created a mosaic of the city.
There were more people awake than usual for this early hour—dawn was barely breaking. They seemed confused, but not afraid, and only scientists with their precise experiments were truly disturbed by the rumbling.
Zhao Yunlan smiled. Good, good, he murmured to his city. Rest, there’s nothing wrong.
Slowly, Longcheng’s projections faded to their normal background haze, a running commentary on anything the city thought he should care about. Migrating birds. Parades. High school students preparing for the gaokao. Adrenaline shots from robberies, sports games, and love confessions. Zhao Yunlan took it all in, trusted himself to notice if something important or dangerous happened, and turned his attention instead to Shen Wei.
His husband’s face was soft in sleep, relaxed and unguarded without the glasses he so often wore to keep the world at a safe distance. Zhao Yunlan gently stroked Shen Wei’s eyebrow, tracing the curve of Shen Wei’s eye down his fine-boned cheek to the plush curve of his lips.
Zhao Yunlan paused there, thumb pressed onto Shen Wei’s mouth like the promise of a kiss. He was rarely awake earlier than Shen Wei, but Dixing University’s final examinations had just passed; Shen Wei had been staying late at work helping students revise, listening to and grading senior presentations, and otherwise doing far too much work. He needed his rest.
And yet…
Zhao Yunlan trailed his fingers down Shen Wei’s throat, across his collarbones, and down to his chest. The way pre-dawn light caressed Shen Wei’s bare chest as surely as Zhao Yunlan’s fingers, the cooler air in the room swirling across Shen Wei’s skin and prickling it, making it yet more tempting for Zhao Yunlan to do more than simply admire his husband.
“Beautiful,” Zhao Yunlan murmured. Lazily, he sketched the word into Shen Wei’s skin, not setting any magic into the lines of his fingers because he didn’t need to; Shen Wei was already perfect. “Beloved,” he added. “Mine.”
Shen Wei shifted closer to him, arms looping around Zhao Yunlan’s waist. “Sleeping,” Shen Wei mumbled. “Good morning, Yunlan.”
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Zhao Yunlan snuggled close, pressing kisses to Shen Wei’s shoulders and face now that he was awake to appreciate them.
Shen Wei let out a low moan, half a sigh, and his long eyelashes fluttered against Zhao Yunlan’s cheek. “You’re energetic,” he murmured, like he wasn’t pressing his hips against Zhao Yunlan’s with a certain intent of his own.
“Longcheng woke me up.” Zhao Yunlan rolled himself on top of Shen Wei, wriggling just a little to make Shen Wei’s breath catch at the friction. “Let me give you a proper wake-up gift, xiao-Wei.”
Shen Wei’s laughter was the best sound in the world. Zhao Yunlan swallowed it, his lips against Shen Wei’s throat, letting the sound vibrate through him. Slowly, taking his time, Zhao Yunlan kissed his way down Shen Wei’s chest, along his ribs, and to his hips. The heat in Zhao Yunlan’s own core had him grinding against the mattress, but he could wait to take care of himself; right now, he wanted to take care of Shen Wei.
“I’m very awake now,” Shen Wei said breathlessly when Zhao Yunlan paused at the hem of Shen Wei’s underwear. “Please keep going, Yunlan.”
“Anything my husband wants.” Zhao Yunlan considered trying to pull Shen Wei’s underwear off with his teeth, but quickly discarded the idea. Shen Wei’s cock already strained against the fabric, thick and strong and trapped behind the elastic band; maneuvering the underwear around it with his mouth alone would take too much time. Instead, Zhao Yunlan merely kissed Shen Wei’s cock through the thin fabric, feeling the heat against his lips, salivating at what he would soon take between his lips.
Shen Wei groaned, hips bucking up against Zhao Yunlan, hands settling into Zhao Yunlan’s hair to hold him in place. “Yunlan,” he groaned, “stop teasing me.”
“Yeah,” Zhao Yunlan said, nerves alight from the slight tug of Shen Wei’s hands. “Okay.”
He shoved Shen Wei’s underwear down just enough to free his cock. The firm length reached for Zhao Yunlan’s face, beautiful and shiny with arousal, and Zhao Yunlan let out a soft whine at the sight. Then, because he didn’t want Shen Wei to grow yet more impatient, Zhao Yunlan opened his mouth and swallowed Shen Wei whole.
It had taken time to train himself to take Shen Wei like this. Zhao Yunlan loved Shen Wei’s cock, adored how full he felt when Shen Wei fucked him, found it thrilling to see the bulge in Shen Wei’s crotch. That did not make it easy to relax his jaw and let Shen Wei’s cock slide past his teeth and into his throat.
Zhao Yunlan moaned around Shen Wei’s cock. He forgot, every time, how intense it felt to open himself to Shen Wei like this. To trust that Shen Wei would hold himself to a pace Zhao Yunlan could take. To know that Shen Wei trusted him to take it as Shen Wei began, slowly at first and then with more confidence, to fuck his face.
Zhao Yunlan’s world narrowed to the flex and strain of Shen Wei’s hips, his inhales timed to the thrusts of Shen Wei’s cock, and the pulse of the city waking up. The sparkling hum in the back of his head cascaded down his nerves, highlighting every movement of his body, matching the way sunlight began warming concrete and steel, brick and glass, the dawn chorus matching Shen Wei’s moans and Zhao Yunlan’s panting whines.
“Yunlan,” Shen Wei said, like he’d been doing for what felt like an eternity, “Yunlan, I’m going to come.”
Always so polite. Zhao Yunlan nodded, as best he could, and let his fingers gently close around Shen Wei’s balls in encouragement.
Shen Wei came with a quiver and a groan, hips grinding into Zhao Yunlan’s face as his cock pulsed along Zhao Yunlan’s tongue and down his throat. Zhao Yunlan swallowed, drinking in Shen Wei, tasting his skin and sweat and the slight softening of his cock in the aftermath of his orgasm. He held on as long as he could, breathing through his nose, wanting to keep hold of this intimacy until Shen Wei deemed it too much and withdrew.
“Come here,” Shen Wei murmured, leading Zhao Yunlan’s head from his cock to his face. Zhao Yunlan happily followed, jaw aching, lips still open and sticky, and let Shen Wei kiss him with his careful mouth and precise tongue.
The city sang inside him, awake and alert and waiting for satisfaction, a sign of a beautiful day to come. Zhao Yunlan rutted against Shen Wei, desire finally gathering into awareness of how hard he was and how badly he needed—
“I hear you, Yunlan.” Shen Wei’s long fingers reached down and grasped his cock. “Let yourself go.”
Zhao Yunlan let out a sob at how good Shen Wei’s fingers felt. He buried his face in Shen Wei’s shoulder, felt Shen Wei’s arm wrap around his back, and allowed himself to attend only to the way Shen Wei was jerking him off. Heat bloomed through muscles, his nerves buzzed with desire, and his breath came in moans and gasps as pressure and need built into an unstoppable wave.
He came as the sun fully crested the horizon, the world fully awake as Zhao Yunlan’s body rang out in pleasure at the new day’s dawning.
Longcheng purred against his spine, pleased by this omen. Zhao Yunlan laughed as the aftershocks of his orgasm washed through him. “Damn cat of a city,” he mumbled, not caring if Shen Wei understood. “It hasn’t been that long since we fucked…”
After a moment, Shen Wei laughed too, and pressed a kiss against the crown of Zhao Yunlan’s head. “Your city has excellent ideas,” Shen Wei said. “Just like you.”
Zhao Yunlan snuggled closer to his husband. “Of course it does,” he said smugly. “I’m wonderful. And, besides, it loves you.”
“You loved me first,” Shen Wei reminded him, as always. “But I’m glad Longcheng agrees.”
It would be difficult for Longcheng to disagree. Zhao Yunlan is the city, the city is Zhao Yunlan; there is only the separation of body and place. But Zhao Yunlan just smiled and nibbled at Shen Wei’s jaw. “It’s going to be a good day,” he murmured.
Shen Wei held him close. “It already is.”