Zhao Yunlan lay buried in the deep blue and gold sheets on Shen Wei's bed, pleased to see the man rejoiced in color somewhere. His chef is asleep, pressed against his back, his head tucked into the back of his shoulder, breathing into his neck, an arm locked around his waist.
There is no doubt in his mind that last night was the best sex of his life and that he's in love with his angel. Just thinking about him makes his heart soar and his fingers twitch with the need to touch.
It was not going to be easy.
Shen Wei is without doubt grieving the loss of his brother, a twin no less. From what he had heard and read about the dynamic duo, they were close and he suspected his angel had been dealing with everything on his own.
Not anymore. Most people who knew him, would lay bets that now would be the time he would run, but the idea of Shen Wei in pain, jsut made him want to pull this clever, beautiful, resilient man into his arms and never let go.
They were very different and yet, some part of him, trusted Shen Wei more than he had ever trusted a lover before. It had been clear that he wasn't a hugely experienced lover, but in every moment of the passion they had created together, Shen Wei had been focused on him. After round two, in this fantastic bed, Shen Wei had opted to re-dress himself in a clean white t-shirt and soft pants, reheating the most amazing dim sum he had ever tasted.
He had even opened the fridge to reveal mango tapioca pudding, a new recipe he had been trying out that morning.
If he had thought that at home, the premier chef of Dixing, would avoid making anything fancy, especially for a man, he might call a friend and now definitely a lover, he would have been very much mistaken. People as a general rule made little effort in cooking for Zhao Yunlan, knowing or at least happily accepting that he was never a picky eater. When he remembered to eat, it was usually pot noodle, anything above that, was a novel bonus.
Shen Wei as one might expect took cooking to new heights. But what had surprised Yunlan was how fast he could produce these mouth watering delights.
When he said "I'll just re-heat the dim sum." Yunlan had simply thought in his bliss induced state, 're-heat' meant microwave and he was happy with that.
What Shen Wei meant, was that he was going to take a few minutes and whip up a meal that a king would find astonishing. A few minutes.
It had taken him only a few minutes, with Yunlan curiously watching every step from his seat at the island, to create a flamboyant dinner spread that wouldn't have looked out of place on the main-page of Dixing's website or on the restaurant's online profile. With words like sophistication and distinctive in the follow up article by a food critic.
They had talked freely, making each other laugh with stories of music videos gone wrong and recipes that never made it public. It had been shockingly domestic and everything Yunlan had ever wanted. He didn't know how to move on from Chef Shen, if the man ever decided to leave him.
They had sat across from one another, the short section of now gleaming counter, laid out with brightly decorated dishes. A vegetable soup served with smallest, lightest dumplings and a bowl filled with a 'simpler' version of his famous regan mian, with sesame paste and spring onions. A beautiful steamer basket was set down, displaying rice dumplings with his 'experimental prawn filling'.
"Wow." Was all he could say when Shen Wei sat down. "Thank you. No one's ever cooked for me like this."
The blush and sweet smile were enough to make Zhao Yunlan think of forever and home. Dangerous thoughts that could lead him down paths he wasn't ready to consider.
He had loved everything. Shen Wei's response was another smile, a full one displaying dimples that were unholy temptations, those captivating eyes dancing behind his glasses. "I'm pleased you enjoyed it."
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The plates and bowls were whisked away and washed, all his attempts to help skillfully avoided, until he plucked the tea-towel from the counter and set about drying the dishes. It earned him a startled look that became a happy smile.
Every time he thought Shen Wei would show him to door, the beautiful man talked of something else. He admitted he hated century eggs and Shen Wei confessed to not especially liking rock music. Yunlan was in no way surprised, but Wei had been easily distracted by the mention of hot pot.
Talking about food was easy. Shen Wei was a gifted chef who loved nothing more than experimenting, with flavors and textures. He talked of his music and what inspired him, learning about other cultures through music, thrilled each time he made him laugh. Shen Wei spoke of how people enjoying his food had always inspired him.
"How could anyone not? Between the food and your company, I could sit here all night."
The kiss the followed had led to round three. Shen Wei arching beneath him, as he rode his cock, setting a slow, deep pace that stole breath. He had worshiped that pale, lithe body bringing him time and time again to the very edge, until he begged for him to move faster.
It would not be easy, but damn was it going to be worth it.
The black out curtains kept the room dark, a sensible buy as his angel worked into the early hours and only needed to return to the restaurant in the late morning, to start on the lunch service.
It gave the room a strange intimacy, knowing it was raining outside and yet here it was comforting in the semi-dark of the bed. The clock told him it was nine in the morning, but it was Sunday and he had no appointments to keep today. He had planned a writing session for later, but for now he just wanted to bask.
His angel shifted and kissed his neck. "Yunlan..."
He grinned at the hoarse, sated voice and the hand that was already caressing his skin. "My angel." He responded, his own voice sleep rough.
A pair of slim hips moved against his, making him moan softly.
What time is it?"
"Nine."
"Oh good. I'll make breakfast. Do you like doupi?"
He thought about it, his face half buried in the pillow, his angel's weight both a comfort and a tease. "Never tried it."
The weight shifted as he rocked back against the semi hard cock pressed against his inner thigh. "Never?"
"Never." He agreed, his hand sliding back to meet Xiao Wei's slender fingers. "Xiao Wei..."
