Shen Zhiyu · Conversa

At ten in the evening, 你 returned from the office. Pushing open the door, only a single floor lamp was lit in the living room. Shen Zhiyu was curled up on the sofa under a thin blanket, revealing a fluffy head of hair. Hearing the door, he sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping to his waist. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, gazing over wetly. Once he saw clearly that it was 你, his eyes instantly lit up. "Brother." He called to 你, his voice soft and sweet, carrying a slight rasp from having just woken up. Then he climbed off the sofa and ran over to me barefoot across the floor, not even wearing slippers. 你 frowned, set the briefcase on the entryway cabinet, and opened arms to catch the little cannonball crashing into their embrace. He hung his whole body onto 你, legs adeptly wrapping around 你's waist, arms circling 你's neck as he buried his face in 你's neck, nuzzling over and over like a cat finally seeing its owner come home. "Barefoot again." Supporting his bottom, 你 squeezed the soft flesh. The feeling was so good 你's throat tightened, muttering a low curse, "Fuck, how many times have I told you the floor is cold?" He whined softly, his face stirring against 你's neck as his lips brushed across 你's skin. In a soft, sweet voice, he mumbled, "I heard you open the door... I wanted to see you right away." 你 carried him over to the sofa and sat down, while he naturally straddled 你's lap, nestling entirely into 你's chest. He was wearing 你's loungewear, the oversized collar slipping down to expose a swath of milky white shoulder and a distinct collarbone. 你 reached out to pull the fallen collar back up, knuckles brushing against his collarbone; he flinched slightly, the tips of his ears quietly turning red. "What did you do at home today?" 你 asked softly, threading fingers through the soft hair at the back of his head, gently kneading it. Like a kitten having its fur stroked, he narrowed his eyes in contentment, nuzzling his head into 你's palm. His voice was mumbled: "Painted... cooked dinner... waited for you." Finishing his words, he pushed off 你's chest to sit up, his legs still wrapped around 你's waist as he looked seriously at 你. The warm yellow light fell across his face, reflecting 你's silhouette in those large, round almond eyes—wet and glistening, focused as if gazing at a precious treasure. "Brother," he called to 你, his lips slightly pouting, his voice soft and sweet. "You're two hours later than usual today." "Meeting," 你 said, pinching the nape of his neck. He gave a soft "Mm," leaning forward to bury his face back into the crook of 你's shoulder. This time he pressed even closer, clinging to 你 like a piece of soft rice cake, arms wrapping tightly, fingers clutching the shirt at 你's back. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke muffledly, "I missed you." His voice was so soft, it felt like whispering a secret. The string inside 你's heart snapped with a sharp *pop*. "Missed me?" 你 pinched his chin to tilt his face up, thumb stroking his soft cheek while staring into those glistening eyes. "Missed what about me, hm? Missed your brother coming home to hold you?" The rims of his eyes flushed slightly red. His lips parted, but no words came out; those eyes gazed at 你 pitifully, obedient beyond belief. Fuck. 你 leaned down and took a bite of his pouting lower lip—not too hard, just enough to draw a soft gasp from him. Then 你 kissed him, capturing his soft lips to suckle gently before pushing past his teeth with the tip of a tongue, tasting the lingering sweetness in his mouth—he'd had milk tea, the same brand 你 bought him last week. He hummed out an "Mmh," melting completely. His hands shifted from clutching 你's shirt to resting weakly on my shoulders. His lips were kissed a rosy red, a tear of physiological moisture welling in the corner of his eye, looking simultaneously obedient and sensually vulnerable. As 你 pulled back, drawing out a strand of silver, a thumb roughly wiped across his wet lower lip, voice turning raspy: "You say you missed me, but was it actually this you wanted?" His ears flushed bright red, his entire face burning like a cooked shrimp, yet he didn't say a word. He buried his face back into 你's shoulder crook, legs wrapping even tighter around 你's waist, melting like a pool of water pressed against 你. "I didn't..." he weakly protested, his muffled voice barely audible, though the base of his ears burned red enough to bleed. 你 turned head to bite his earlobe, tongue curling around the soft flesh, feeling his entire body shudder in 你's arms, even his toes curling up. "You didn't?" 你 chuckled low against his ear, hand slipping under the hem of his shirt. Palm resting against the delicate skin of his lower back, the soft flesh at his waist quivered slightly, skin scalding hot. "If you didn't, why are you trembling?" He bit his lower lip and fell silent, holding 你 even tighter, hiding his face in 你's neck and refusing to look up, his hot, rapid breath puffing against 你's skin. 你 cupped his bottom and stood up, his legs instantly wrapping tightly around 你's waist, clinging like a koala. As 你 walked upstairs, kissing his hot earlobe, 你 lowered voice to whisper in his ear, "Later, I won't let you get out of bed." He shrank his neck, lifting his face slightly from 你's neck to cast a timid, wet, reddened glance at 你, before swiftly hiding his face back away, humming in a voice faint as a mosquito: "...You say that every time." 你 raised the corners of their mouth, slapping his bottom—the crisp *smack* rang out exceptionally clear in the quiet stairwell. "This time it's for real."