MuRen was sitting comfortably against their La-Z-Boy sofa one evening, a huge sweater hugging his body to keep him warm. Not that he needed any warmth, the room was barely chilly, practically hot if anything. However, MuRen had a habit of always cozying up with one of his many tightly knit sweaters whenever he was in work mode.
A computer was propped up on his lap, and his back hunched over slightly as he did work. His hair fell into his face so often that he tied it into a tiny pony tail and continued on with his assignment.
Licheng, on the other hand, tiptoed towards the living room ever so quietly, like a child with mischief on his mind. The immature man pushed his head into the doorway, a sly smile covered his face because of something he had discovered in the past hour. He wanted to share his thoughts desperately.
MuRen was very instinctive, his intuition was as spot-on as his scent; the man knew Licheng was stalking his way in before he even left their shared room.
"Why are you smiling like that?" MuRen asked after a brief glance.
"I can't smile just to smile?" Licheng danced to the couch, not even wondering how MuRen was aware that he was by the door. After dating for a while, he knew not to question his lover's presentiment.
The latter eyed his boyfriend with his signature frown. He wasn't in the mood for games, a certain deadline for work was stressing him out already. "Seriously, what is it?" He swore having a boyfriend was the same as taking care of a kid.
The man jumps onto the couch without warning and MuRen had to grab his computer before the thing fell to the ground. Albeit there was carpet beneath them, but if it had fallen Licheng would have no doubt died that day. Apparently, he didn't care that MuRen was fuming towards him, Licheng ignored all signs of danger and still managed to rub his head against MuRen's chest, oddly resembling a kitten.
Licheng laid his hands on his partner's lap and nuzzled his way up to Muren's neck, placing small pecks around the skin.
"I'm not in the mood" MuRen tried to push Licheng off.
"Teng Teng~" Licheng's voice ghosted against his partner's ear. MuRen felt himself shiver in desire, but his body which fully welcomed his lover's
affections was completely different from his brain, which was in no mindset to play.
"What is it?" He huffed again, trying to pry the clinging kitten away from his person.
"I saw something online-"
"No." MuRen shut the notion down immediately. Every single time the idiot saw the smallest thing online he wanted it. Whether it was from a dumb smoothie blender to some weird shit, Licheng had to try it, and don't get the former wrong; he loved how open and responsive Licheng was.
60 percent of their relationship was riding on the fact that Licheng loved to communicate. He never lied, he never held anything back. Communication is something MuRen was still working on, but they couldn't afford any more splurges. They were in a life-long debt because the idiot decided to buy them such a big house.
Sometimes... he was a little too open.
"You'll like it this time! I promise." He used his hands expressively, finally letting go and giving each other space.
MuRen folded his arms and shot another glare before rolling his eyes. He gave a curt nod as if to allow Licheng to continue.
"It's called Rimming."
"What's that?"' MuRen wracked his brain for the word; had never heard such a thing in his life.
Licheng's face falls. Granted, he just found out about it an hour ago, but MuRen was much more educated than him. He assumed the man had already known the act by name and never thought of how awkward it'd be to explain. "Well-" He scratched the back of his head.
