Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Stressed is Just Desserts Part 7

Disbelief was on every face except for the policemen.

"I can't believe you only thought to tell us this now." XiChen said coldly.

There was indeed a frosty air all of a sudden, in the room.

Lan Zhan took turns glaring at the detectives who, in his opinion were stupid, and checking on Wei Ying who was quite pale looking.

"We've only just made the connection, after his fingerprints were found on the box. That's actually the real reason we came by, not only to make sure you knew what was happening, but that your security was up to date." The senior detective replied. "If you could show us your security office for the building and the grounds?" They stood up.

"Don't worry, Didi, let me show them. You stay here with A-Xian." XiChen stood up and left with the officers.

Wei Ying was too quiet.

Lan Zhan didn't like it at all.

He lifted Wei Ying to sit so that he was straddling him.

"Does Wei Ying want to talk?" He asked, anxiously.

"Not really." Wei Ying laughed awkwardly.

"Then, may I present a distraction?" Lan Zhan offered.

"You may..." Wei Ying put his hands on Lan Zhan's shoulders to steady himself.

Lan Zhan leaned forward so that their lips were millimetres away.

"Wei Ying had breakfast with me." He said.

"I did." Wei Ying waited for him to continue.

Lan Zhan waited, knowing exactly what he was doing, temptation just out of reach.

Wei Ying smiled at him, grateful for giving him the chance to think about something else for a while.

"Sooooooo?" Wei Ying asked him, the briefest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"We had a deal." Lan Zhan gave him a hint.

Wei Ying tried to think but he kept coming up with nothing.

The confusion on his face had Lan Zhan feeling terrible now. He had thought Wei Ying would have remembered but it seemed his memory loss was a real problem.

"I promised Wei Ying a kiss in exchange for breakfast." He revealed, delighting in the way Wei Ying's whole face lit up.

He closed his eyes and puckered up.

Lan Zhan smiled at how cute he was looking.

Gently, he held Wei Ying's face in his hands, marvelling at how well he rested there, as if his face was made to be held this way.

Everything that was precious to him.

Slowly, he kissed each eyelid, then each cheek. Wei Ying was becoming impatient, but Lan Zhan didn't care. One final kiss on his nose, before the jackpot, those beautiful, luscious lips, just waiting to be tasted, explored, felt by his own. Kissing was still a new thing for Lan Zhan, but he realised that if he let his thoughts dictate how he wanted to do it, it came as naturally as breathing.

Wei Ying gasped and Lan Zhan let himself taste the best part of him, the smoothness of his tongue just as eager to explore this new place, these new sensations they were discovering together. That was part of the attraction, to be together and learn each other's tastes, what the other liked, and then to experiment.

Lan Zhan had discovered he loved to bite Wei Ying, a fuller taste, a mark to give Wei Ying a part of himself. The euphoria which bubbled just under the surface of his skin was exciting, matching the growing need in his belly.