Home Is Where The Heart Is [✅] (ZhanYi)

HOME IS...

🔞WARNING🔞: Though not explicit, this chapter's beginning contains a sexual act description starting from the first sentence. If you're uncomfortable about this topic, skip to the second part after the first picture header.

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The night was still young as the clock was only striking ten p.m at night, a time that is too early for late-night owls to call for the day. As such, in the middle of the dark grey bed, two people were seen doing a nocturnal activity that had become their every night routine, to which they carried on without fail.

"So tell me, babe, which one do you prefer tonight?" asked the one on top, straddling his partner that was lying on the bed beneath him.

With his thin almond eyes framing the brown pupils, hidden beneath the thick and long eyelashes, Wei Ying looked down at his husband, Lan Zhan, who was squirming and twisting under his touch. His jet-black, sweat-soaked hair plastered on his forehead, unmoving, even when he was slithering downwards to get a better taste of his supper. The white-skinned tone of the oval face-shaped glistened with sweat, making his whole being glow into an ethereal and angelic figure when reflecting with the stream of moonlight shining through the glass window of the tenth floor.

"Delicious as always," Wei Ying mumbled, trailing his lips all over Lan Zhan's scar-free, milky skin, awakening the goosebumps to crawl up to the surface.

His hands roamed freely, feeling and shaking the small frame fascinatingly before coming to a stop around the waistband of the green pajama pants.

Instead of moving his hands further down, he maneuvered his lips upwards to circle his tongue around the small pink bud that was exposed on the naked chest, leaving its owner to ache his hip and throwing his head back with a whimper.

"Hmm...Wei Ying..."

"Yes, Lan Zhan, I'm here," answered Wei Ying with a muffled voice, for his lips were still pressing against the erogenous area.

"I...need...to...tell...you...something," Lan Zhan's words came out in broken sentences as he was struggling for breath under the torment of his husband's skillful tongue. His honey-colored eyes were hiding behind the droopy eyelids as he scrunched his face, responding to the sensitive feeling his husband was making him feel. The dye-light-brown, silky hair of his messily stood up in every direction at the friction with the pillow as if responding to the sensitive touch. His rosy, plump lips were parted open as an escape route for many moans to come.

"Later, babe. Later," Wei Ying replied. His cakehole traveled to the next pink spot that was still left dry, spared from his saliva.

"But..."

Wei Ying moved up to shut any form of words from his husband's mouth using his lips, silencing the room with nothing but lubricious moans, especially when he began to prepare Lan Zhan's body with care.

"Handcuff? Blindfold? Or a tie?" asked Wei Ying, finally releasing the plump lips and sliding back down to the broad chest, playing with two protruding dark pink flesh there.

With his hand still hooking under the rim of Lan Zhan's pants, he exerted more force and began pulling down the fabric from the waist until it reached the knees before using the sole of his foot to kick the rest off the exotic body under him.

"Or perhaps, you want me to pound that ring of muscle between your squishy buns mercilessly until we have to purchase a new bed? It'll be our fifth this time."

Wei Ying positioned himself at the entrance, readied to penetrate in any second. However, before he could even get the tip in, he was shoved away, making his butt land on the mattress between Lan Zhan's spread legs.