How To Polish A Pearl

Extra Two - Filling

Author's notes:

This is the first of the chapters that some of my readers have asked for. forever_karekano – this one is for you. Thank you for the inspiration and the idea.

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Staring down at his red and somewhat numb hands, Wen Ke Xing almost misses having a frozen core as he pours the cold water into the large pot over the fire. At least back then, dipping them into a well filled with glacial water, wouldn't have affected him the way that it did now. Then again, back then, he wouldn't have been washing clothes by himself either. No, back then, he had an army of ants that did everything for him. And in all honesty, back then, he didn't even think about how his clothes got washed. Sometimes, when they were out travelling, he couldn't even be bothered sending Ah-Xiang to get them cleaned after a particularly eventful night. No, he would just go out and buy new robes.

But.

Back then—he didn't have Ah-Xu. He didn't have Zi Shu Ge. He didn't have his husband. And he didn't have his Zhiji.

So—this is all worth it. He has been cleaning, cooking and doing laundry ever since they had returned to Four Seasons Manor. Which meant, that he has been doing it for months. Happily pampering and doting on his husband's every whim and desire, though he did prefer the latter.

Okay, he admits that maybe—just maybe—there were a few local girls that secretly got paid for cleaning the manor on the days that he and Zhou Zi Shu went on short trips, or just spent a full day in the orchard. And that once in a while, he would get premade pork buns in town that would last them a while, so that he didn't have to cook every single day.

And it was also likely that he had ordered a large quantity of the same fabrics as the clothes that were currently simmering in the pot in front of him. And maybe, just maybe, that fabric was stored at the town's local tailor. And that once in a while, that tailor would make him new clothes, looking exactly the same, whenever he was tired of washing. Okay, maybe more than once in a while. He was the former Guigu Guzhu after all.

Besides, he needs to take care of his hands so that they could perform those tricks that Zhou Zi Shu would beg for—in between his moans and purrs. He also needs to keep his stamina up and not be tired from all the chores so that he could properly fuck his husband whenever he was in the 'fuck me until I can't think of anything else' mood. Or any 'fuck me' mood for that matter.

Wen Ke Xing sighs, pokes at the clothes in the pot with a stick and thinks about how Zhou Zi Shu had squirmed and moaned with two of his fingers curled and thrusting deep inside him the night before. How his husband had flipped them around and chanted 'Ah-Xing', over, and over, and over again whilst fucking himself on Wen Ke Xing's cock. How his man had smelled all filthy and erotic when he climaxed all over Wen Ke Xing's chest. And how that blazing heat had radiated from Zhou Zi Shu's entire body when he melted on top of him after he had finished riding out his orgasm. Still whilst keeping Wen Ke Xing's cock deep inside him, wiggling once in a while, just to feel it, and murmuring happily.

Yes.

It made it all worth it. That is, until this moment—when Wen Ke Xing picks up the blue inner robe from the steaming water and burns himself on a metal clasp. A belt had managed to wiggle its way into one of the sleeves and ended up in the laundry basket.

"Fuck!" Wen Ke Xing curses out loud, something that he rarely does, and drops the blue robe back into the large pot. "How does that man even take off his robes?" Ignoring the fact that it was likely taken off by himself and in a hurry, he blames it all on his husband. This is just the latest in a long list of minor mishaps over the past weeks.