One is at the highest level of the hierarchy and the other is at the lowest; yet, nothing is what they seemed to be and nothing is absolute. Trust in the calling of heart for it knew what to do, when the time comes.
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Qing woke up early. Very early. And he turned to look at Dayu who was sleeping soundly in his arms.
He finally had the first full slumber he had in almost five months. This is the first time that Qing was able to sleep at night, with Dayu, naked in his arms. And for the first time in five months too; that Qing didn't have to go to the toilet for his 'business'.
Qing planted a fleeting kiss on Dayu's temple, careful as to not wake his sleeping wife, and waited as Dayu snuggled closer.
Qing couldn't believe how stupid he had been; misunderstanding his grandmother's words completely. And he didn't even realised that he had misunderstood anything.
He thought 'no 'sex' meant strictly no sex at all. Qing was even afraid of kissing Dayu at first. How he misunderstood such a thing was beyond him. Perhaps because he didn't want anything to happen to Dayu and their baby and perhaps because when it comes to Dayu; he suddenly became a little dense.
No. It's not Dayu's fault. It's his. He should have clarified. He should have asked his grandmother in detail about what she meant by 'no sex' during Dayu's pregnancy.
To be honest, after five months of believing that sex wasn't something they could or should do in this period of time; Qing was still afraid that he would hurt Dayu and their baby. Even though he had tried his best to be gentle, he knew there were some seconds in their lovemakings that he lost his control. Every time they came, Qing would check on Dayu to see if he's okay.
They're both insatiable. After the first few rounds before dinner, they went and took a bath together. Then, he arranged for their dinner to be sent to their bedroom instead of taking it at the dining room with the family.
After dinner, they made love again. And again. And again. Until Dayu fell asleep. Qing roamed his eyes all over Dayu's body, looking for signs of soreness, but he seemed alright. He had some love marks on his neck and chest but no bruises. Thank God.
Qing closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, praying that Dayu's craving for him wouldn't stop. Dayu was bolder with what he wanted and what he needed, this time; because he's craving Qing.
Just thinking about Dayu's reactions last night, was enough to make his manhood throb to life. Qing grimaced. No. He should control himself. Yesterday evening and last night; was enough. He should give Dayu some rest. Until this evening when he came back from work.
Qing frowned, but what if Dayu doesn't crave for him anymore? What if Dayu only craved him yesterday? Would Dayu still let me make love to him? Qing inhaled deeply and then exhaled. He hoped and prayed that Dayu will. But, if Dayu didn't want it; he wouldn't push it.
He could do it. He had done it for five months before this. So, what's another four months?
But, he would love for Dayu to let him continue make love to him and make love with him.
