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"Why do you do it?" Wanyin asks his boss, mentor, and friend.

"Why make clothes? And why do you wear um, effeminate ones like-"

"Like now?"

The question stops Wanyin and he looks at his boss wearing a brown oversized long sleeved turtle neck and fishnets with flowers

"Uhhh... I was going to say like that time-" Wanyin stammers, blushing all the way down his neck.

"Where you sucked me dry in my office when I forgot to take off my piercings?" his boss interrupts, stretching on the sofa like a cat a hand under his chin the other on his waist.

Wanyin loses all train of thought.

The flowers in Huaisang's stockings catch the light as he's bending a knee and he's overcome by the urge to bite.

"Your legs look good in those" he says instead, looking away and drowning the upcoming grunt with a cough.

He hears a rustle as he reaches for the cup of chocolate Huaisang prepared and he looks back to his boss expecting to see him in a decent position.

He drops the cup, chocolate spills on the carpet and he's sure it's going to stain, but he can't think. White noise fills his head.

He can hear his heart beating, shaking his body with tremors.

Because Huaisang has put one leg on the backrest of the sofa and the other on the table completely open.

'Is that a flower?!" he think-shouts gulping at the pink jeweled flower in the middle of the man's asscheeks.

"Cheng-er."

The temperature drops, a heavy feeling settling in his stomach as he looks up.

"You. Between my legs. Now."

If Wanyin dove head first, arms reaching under Huaisang's legs to pull him closer as he mouths at the plug, who's to blame him?

What was the question again?

Ksskskdk forgot to tag sangcheng wtf dieded