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The young Chinese man stretched out languidly on chaise lounge, shifting position in its plush cushions and pulling on his oversized yukata—which was really Trieze's, so the fabric was practically a blanket. Although the house was set on very private property, he chose to cover up—he wanted no one else to see his body but Trieze. With a sigh he laid back and absorbed the cool breeze and sunshine, eyes still closed. And he knew that his lover was watching him from the shadows of the curtains of their bedroom. He'd known for the twenty minutes that Trieze had been standing there, watching the Chinese boy with hungry eyes. Wufei suppressed the urge to close the distance between them, to let himself be taken into Trieze's arms and the mind-numbing sex that would follow. The Chinese boy had to endure longer and longer periods of being away from Trieze as the book was being written, his lover could deal with a bit of teasing.
Wufei opened one slanted eye and then the other, and opened the yukata enough to show Trieze his weeping erection. Pale and slender fingers moved to touch the arousal, and Wufei's mouth parted sensuously as he ran his thumb over the head. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, dripping down the length of his cock. A low moan escaped him as his small frame shuddered in pleasure. He spread his legs fully, hiding nothing else, and began to stroke himself harder.
"Trieze…"
His left hand—his right was tending to his arousal—snaked up his bare chest to tease his nipples. Slowly he ran his fingers across the sensitive skin, gasping and stroking himself harder. He thrust into his own hand, crying out in pleasure that wasn't a tenth of what Trieze gave him—but still felt delicious. He could feel his orgasm quickly building and forced himself to slow his hands. The head of his cock was weeping precum that dripped down the length, which Wufei used for lubricant. The Chinese boy was a mess. The yukata was essentially gone, his complexion reddened and most of the lower half of his body was somehow covered in his liquid excitement. He shut his eyes tightly, envisioning Trieze working his cock instead of his hand, his breath in gasps and moans.
"Trieze…so good…"
The voice came out from the wide open French doors, past the curtains that hid his lover, and commanded him.
"Cum for me, my dragon."
Wufei shouted as he ejaculated in a pearlescent arc that painted the chaise lounge and dripped to the balcony floor.
Perfectly sated, Wufei fell back against the chaise cushions, face flushed and breathing heavily. The yukata was as torn and stained in places as the Victorian chaise lounge was, with the Chinese boy sprawled over it, in the afterglow of his sexual high.
Trieze had never seen anything more beautiful, until Wufei's lust-clouded eyes met his. That this beautiful young man, who could easily have his choice of lovers, wanted the damaged leader of OZ over all others—it struck Trieze as a love he'd fight for.
Later that night, when storms of emotion were at their peak, he would wonder what Wufei had thought at the time too.
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