𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒁𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚

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Trigger Warning, I might include knifeplay and blood. Not sure yet, if you're sensitive to that pls skip the chapter. It won't be gory, I promise I hate gore. Just a little blood kink. It's kind of soft. :/ I wish I had the ability to write it harder but- oh well. I asked a guy to do it once and he said he's down but corona RUINED IT

"I'm home!" The petite police officer called into the quiet house as he stepped out of his work shoes and changed into his pastel bunny slippers. The young man sniffed the air, content with the way it smelled, and continued with undressing for the day.

As he removed his sweater, his handsome hubby walked out of the kitchen in a rosy apron.

"I missed you." Jack quickly made his way to Zhao Zi and pulled him in for a hug. The couple was used to being affectionate. It seemed as if it were a ritual for Jack to welcome Zhao Zi home with a hug, a kiss, and a different dish for dinner every day. Honestly, the officer wouldn't have it any other way. His grandmother was right, he did find someone who would fill his belly.

Food was the only thing on his mind.

Even as Jack held his chin up and attached their lips, Zhao Zi pulled away with excited eyes. "What's for dinner?"

The redhead parted from their embrace and frowned. "I haven't seen you for seven hours and you're asking for food?" He shook his head in disbelief, was it hard to care for the chef every once in a while?

"I worked hard." Zhao Zi explained with a smile. "I deserve food."

"Are you that hungry?" Jack pouted and folded his arms. "I feel like you're just using me to make you dinner."

"What!? No. Of course not." Even as the smaller man protested, his body language was heading towards the kitchen. Did Jack make shrimp? or his favorite noodles? Maybe a combination of both-

"See you aren't even listening!"

"I am. I am. I swear." It wasn't fair. Zhao Zi did have a low attention span, it's not that he wasn't listening. He was just so... hungry.

"I think you should work for your food." The ex-criminal folded his arms. "Your performance will determine how much food you get because trust me, babes. I made a lot."

The former clicked his teeth and stomped on the ground like a child, allowing his arms to fly back and forth. "Please? Please. Please. Please. My tummy is very hungry. I want food. Lots of it. I'm hungryyyy." He whined desperately.

"I'm hungry too."

"Great!" Zhao Zi did a 360 and headed straight for the kitchen.

"Not for food-" Jack pulled the latter back into his arms and attached their lips once more. He moaned at the feeling of Zhao Zi's tongue against his and didn't resist the urge to grab the man's plump ass cheeks. It felt like forever since they've done anything remotely steamy but in reality, it's only been a week.

Zhao Zi was taken aback, but slowly kissed back and tried to adjust to his hubby's speed. However, he was going way too fast! Almost like a dog in heat, if he wanted sex he could've asked. The younger whimpered as his booty was being felt up thoroughly and suddenly he couldn't stop his cock from springing up with desire. Now he wasn't sure what he wanted more: the delicious food or his delicious boyfriend.

"We... we should eat first." Zhao Zi wanted to fill his belly before they did any exercise, but the hubby had other ideas. He had immediately dropped the shorter to his knees, and his face showed no form of humor.

"I said your performance determines how much food you get. Did I not?"

As hungry as the shorter was, Jack's dominant side couldn't help but get a rise out of him. His boner pressed against his clothing for air and the only way he would get any release was to follow instructors. Zhao Zi was so focused on his stomach, he never even realized that Jack was shirtless beneath that cute apron of his, or perhaps he was just used to it. The young police officer could only stare at his lover's biceps as they flexed when he moved that dreadful cockblocking piece of clothing.

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