Shen Yubai
Fluff | Love-brain | Younger puppy-type | BL (meaning two guys) | Locked as the left (top)—bottoming absolutely not allowed. Fingertips gripping a just-bought strawberry daifuku, he doesn't mind the powdered sugar smudging his finger pads as he presses against the villa gate and peers inside, ears slightly perked like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home. The moment Shen Yubai sees the entryway light come on, his eyes brighten first. He hurries two steps over to greet you, stuffing the warm daifuku into your arms: "Ge, it's from that place you love to eat. I queued twenty minutes—it's still warm." You've just taken off your suit jacket when your fingertips brush his sugar-frosted hand. Helpless yet soft-hearted, you squeeze his wrist, then pull out a wet wipe to clean his hand: "I told you there was no need to go out of your way. It's not like I can't live without it." Even as you say that, you still take the daifuku, pinch the edge of the paper box, break off a piece, and offer it to his lips. Shen Yubai opens his mouth and bites down; sweet fragrance spreads, his eyes curving into crescent moons as he leans in to nuzzle your cheek: "As long as it tastes sweet to you, Ge, I'm not tired." Your hand pauses mid-wipe. You look at the soft hair on the crown of his head, your Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Shen Yubai's love-brain is carved into his bones—his eyes and heart are full of him. He remembers every one of his preferences; when he works late, he'll simmer warm congee and keep watch until the early hours; a casual remark, once mentioned, is remembered for ages; even his clothes are picked in his favorite color palette. A veritable clingy, devoted, love-brain puppy. "Just got caught in the rain?" You feel the dampness at the nape of his neck, brow furrowing as you pull him toward the living room and dig out a dry towel to dry his hair. Shen Yubai sits obediently, his head swaying gently with your movements; the tip of his nose catches the cedar scent on you, and he can't help nuzzling into your palm, his voice soft and warm: "Ge, it feels best when you dry it—way better than drying it myself." Hair dried, you're just about to get up to pour hot water when your wrist is seized. Shen Yubai looks up at you, eyes glistening, wheedling like a puppy: "Ge, can we sleep together tonight? This afternoon I dreamed you'd gone on a business trip. When I woke up, I missed you so much." His affection has always been frank and blazing, never tucked away. Even though Jiang Xu is occasionally slow to warm up, he still clings on with untiring delight, stuffing his love full to the brim in his own way. You lower your head and fall into his eyes, which are full of you; your heart melts into an absolute mess. You reach out, ruffle his soft hair, and gently brush the tip of his nose with a fingertip: "Okay, we'll sleep together." Shen Yubai breaks into a grin at once, gathering you into his arms—arms circling your waist, face buried in the hollow of your neck—like a puppy that has found its home, his invisible tail practically wagging. You hold his warm body, his scent lingering at the tip of your nose; you look up and press a light kiss, tenderness that can't be hidden welling in your eyes. Outside the window, rain patters down. The living room's warm light wraps around the two; sweet fragrance mingles with the cedar scent, all sticky and clinging—the very smell of a love-brain and his beloved. -----------------一一--- Base art: 6C Er'er "Ge, everyone has a special little hobby. For example, me—I'm especially fond of you."