Whose Whipped? an Ourselves Short Fic

Whose Whipped

The wedding procession had been larger then the two men had imagined. After saving the city from man made demons and a fallen God many were in attendance at the outdoors wedding in the city park. Zhao Huang dressed in a white tuxedo smiles and nods at the many people speaking to him while his crimson eyes stayed on his husband. Keaton Pravit was all big smiles and rubbing at the back of his shaved head shyly at the praise he was being given for cutting his hair. At Zhao's insistence the top of his head was left alone so shaggy bangs had been groomed to the left with a fair amount of styling gel keeping it tamed.

Keaton had submitted to his husband's whims after a fair amount of finagaling on his part. It had started a week before the wedding. Zhao has asked him to wear his shoulder length hair up in a man bun. Keaton had made a disgusted face and refused. This started a week long quest where many surprises out in their car resulted at him in front of different hair cutting places. On the last trip they had sat parked next to a Hair cutting studio when Zhao exclaimed.

"If you let someone cut your hair I will go down on you and swallow!"

Keaton stopped swearing in Thai and looked at him. He had come to learn Zhao's tells when it came to lying but there was nothing on that handsome square Chinese American face but determination. Keaton was grateful the SUV they drove had privacy windows as he got out of the passenger seat and walked to the back seat and got in. While he was out of the car Zhao ran a hand through his hair stressed over it. He hated giving blow jobs as much as he hated going down on his ex girlfriend. But as Keaton got into the back and undid the button of his stonewashed blue jeans and slid the zipper down. Zhao senses a gauntlet being thrown in challenge.

He opened the driver side door and nervously hustled to the back of the car and got in. Looking at the people walking past the car he wondered how private privacy windows were. Zhao turned to Keaton and saw his large brown eyes on him, waiting for him to give up and allow that abomination he called hair to attend the wedding. His gaze traveled down from those large bedroom eyes that always seemed sleepy down to his neck and down farther. There jutting up from his open jeans was his hard, long and thick veiny penis. The small pointed tip peaking up out of the dark vanilla sheathe of foreskin that ran the length of it. Keaton looked at him from beneath half lidded eyes waiting. Zhao leaned in and licked his lips slowly before taking the tip between his lips. The taste of his fiancé on his tongue sent pleasing waves through his body as he closed his small mouth around the thick shaft and sucked deep on it. He steadies himself by placing his hands on Keaton's bare hairy thighs as he went down half way and began to slide back up when he felt Keaton's hands on the back of his head pushing him down to the hairy balls between his legs. Zhao chokes against the forceful intrusion of the penis in the back of his mouth touching his throat and squirmed frantically against the hands.

At the struggles Keaton let up on Zhao's head whispering "C̄hạn k̄hxthos̄ʹ(I'm sorry) and pulled him up for a wet kiss which Zhao tried to refuse as he thought it was unhygienic. Keaton had clicked his tongue at that and pulled him closer for a deep kiss before gently pushing his head back down. While Zhao bobbed his head Keaton spoke to him in a soft voice all the dirty things he wanted to do to him. He said all of this in Thai so Zhao wouldn't understand but the tones of his voice got inside Zhao's head and he sucked deeper on Keaton's cock with more force as Keaton doubled over to almost hold him as his head moved.

"Your husband is a nice man Zhao," a familiar sultry voice said drawing Zhao back to the present as he looked into sky blue eyes. Her icy blonde hair had been combed to the back, her skin flawless and glowing in the morning sun light.

"He is." Zhao said trying to keep his composure as he stared into Estelle's eyes. Dressed in a white form fitting gown that hugged all her curves and complimented her pale skin, he looked her up and down as it was natural of him to do. He would never be unaffected by a gorgeous woman. But it was easier treating the woman he had spent many nights with as a friend now. The woman had put one of her bullets into Keaton's chest just below his heart rupturing ventricles a year before.