bathroom
When Xiao Yuan returned home, it was already late at night. The villa was quiet, with only a few wall lamps casting a soft, dim light. He tiptoed to Lu Zhian's door, hesitated for a moment, and then gently turned the doorknob.
Lu Zhian was indeed still awake, sitting against the headboard with a tablet on his lap, the screen's light reflecting on his focused profile. Hearing the door open, he didn't even look up, simply asking, "You're back?"
"Mm," Xiao Yuan replied softly, his voice tinged with weariness.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"I've already eaten," Xiao Yuan replied, stopping a short distance from the bedside.
Lu Zhian then looked up from the tablet and his gaze fell on Xiao Yuan. The man was still wearing a sharp suit, impeccably dressed, but there was a lingering weariness between his brows, as well as a kind of grievance that he had hidden well, but could not escape Lu Zhian's eyes.
It's an instinct to crave affirmation and reassurance after adhering to rules all day long.
Lu Zhian didn't say anything, but simply raised his hand to turn off the tablet screen and placed it on the bedside table. He lifted the covers, got up, walked to Xiao Yuan, and gently patted his arm.
"Go take a shower."
Xiao Yuan nodded obediently and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Lu Zhian followed him in.
The bathroom lights were much brighter than the bedroom lights, and the steam had not yet risen, leaving a cool feeling in the air.
With his back to Lu Zhian, Xiao Yuan began to silently undress. Suit jacket, tie, shirt, trousers... each piece was carefully hung up or placed aside, gradually revealing his strong and muscular body.
As the clothes were removed, the silk bindings that had been concealed all day by expensive fabric were clearly exposed under the light. The skin there, due to prolonged friction and confinement, was noticeably red and even slightly swollen, contrasting sharply with the surrounding healthy skin tone, silently telling the story of the owner's hidden torment throughout the day.
Lu Zhian's gaze fell on the glaring red mark, his eyes calm.
When Xiao Yuan was left with only that unsightly piece of silk, he paused for a moment. He didn't try to untie it himself, but just stood there quietly with his head slightly lowered.
Lu Zhian took a step forward, getting closer to him. Warm steam began to permeate the air, blurring the mirror's surface. He reached out, his fingertips touching the smooth silk and the burning skin beneath. His movements were gentle, almost tender, as he slowly untied the knot.
The moment the silk slipped off, Xiao Yuan's tense muscles relaxed slightly, but what followed was a more naked sense of exposure and a subtle tension of being scrutinized.
Lu Zhian didn't look at the place where he had finally gained freedom. His gaze moved upwards, landing on Xiao Yuan's tightly pursed lips and slightly bobbing Adam's apple. He raised his other hand and stroked Xiao Yuan's cheek, his fingertips feeling slightly cool.
Then, he tiptoed, tilted his head back, and placed a very light and gentle kiss on Xiao Yuan's lips.
Xiao Yuan closed his eyes, responding deeply to the kiss, carefully holding those soft lips as if drawing from a sweet spring. All the restraint, grievances, and exhaustion of the day seemed to melt and dissipate in this gentle kiss.
That initial gentle kiss, after receiving Xiao Yuan's cautious response, did not end there. Lu Zhian's hand slid down from Xiao Yuan's cheek, caressed his taut neck, and finally rested on the back of his neck, with a touch of irresistible force, drawing him closer to him.
The intertwining of lips and teeth gradually became warm and moist, no longer a simple comfort, but mixed with more indescribable emotions. It was the preciousness of something lost and found, the confirmation after a long separation and painful memories, and the dependence quietly revealed beneath a strong exterior.
Xiao Yuan wrapped his arms around Lu Zhian's waist and back. His initial caution was replaced by a deeper longing. He was like a lost traveler who had finally found an oasis, greedily absorbing this oasis, greedily absorbing this unique breath and warmth that belonged to him.
Water flowed down the curves of their tightly pressed bodies, soaking the front of Lu Zhian's thin pajamas and wetting Xiao Yuan's bare skin.
The warm water seemed to carry an electric current, stirring up a subtle shiver wherever it passed.
After a long while, until their lungs were almost empty, the two separated slightly, their foreheads touching. Their breaths mingled, sounding particularly clear and ambiguous in the misty steam. Xiao Yuan's eyes no longer held weariness and grievance, but rather surged with deep love and excitement that had not yet completely subsided.
Lu Zhian's fingertips gently traced the still-obvious red mark on Xiao Yuan's chest, where the skin was still slightly warm. "Does it still hurt?" His voice was lower and hoarse than usual.
Xiao Yuan shook his head, took the mischievous fingers in his hand, and gently kissed them: "It doesn't hurt."
Lu Zhian didn't say anything more. He reached out and adjusted the showerhead, letting the warm water flow more directly over their bodies. He picked up the shower gel and squeezed some into his palm.
Lu Zhian's hands, covered in slippery foam, pressed against his body.
The water washed away the foam, and also the fatigue. When the last bit of foam was carried away by the water, Lu Zhian turned off the water.
He carefully dried Xiao Yuan's body with a large, soft bath towel, from his wet hair to his straight back and firm waist and legs, his movements meticulous and natural, as if he had done it countless times.
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