Tattoo
Due to Li Xuan’s strong refusal, the chicken soup personally prepared by “Jellyfish” did not materialize. After sending away the staff from the Special Management Bureau, Lu Jianchuan cautiously tested Fang Xingzhou repeatedly to confirm that he was no longer in danger of being kicked out of the house. He then busied himself all afternoon, moving back the items that had been taken away, arranging them as they were, pretending they had never quarreled.
He was busy until the evening. After taking a bath, he saw Fang Xingzhou sitting at the desk, correcting graduate students’ papers. Lu Jianchuan stood at the door, looking at the slender outline of Fang Xingzhou’s body outlined by the black sweater, his Adam’s apple moving, and his abdomen burning with heat.
There, a seed had already been planted, nourished by Fang Xingzhou’s fervent love, it had successfully and steadily combined within him. With its tenacious vitality, it entered a rapid growth phase and had already begun to urgently crave the approach of another body. Such craving undoubtedly affected him.
Lu Jianchuan pressed his abdomen, quietly walked to the desk, embraced his lover’s warm body, and sighed comfortably. He pulled open the collar with one hand and rubbed repeatedly on Fang Xingzhou’s neck.
“Dear…are you not angry now?” Lu Jianchuan, desperately thirsty, licked Fang Xingzhou’s earlobe, “Can we continue with our tattoo?”
Fang Xingzhou deliberately remained motionless. Like Lu Jianchuan, he was eager to prove that they were still in love, that his lover still had a high demand for him, and that their love was absolutely pure, absolutely exclusive, with no possibility of betrayal. He marked a problematic segment in the paper, as if he hadn’t noticed the scent of the person behind him in heat, his long fingers still dancing on the keyboard.
Lu Jianchuan grew more impatient, his palm exploring under the hem of the sweater, greedy but only daring to repeatedly touch that small piece of skin, not daring to go further. “Zhouzhou,” Lu Jianchuan said like a bothersome courting canine, “You’ve been correcting papers all evening, take a break, your eyes will get tired.”
Saying this, he reached for the mouse, intending to turn off the computer, but Fang Xingzhou held his hand. Lu Jianchuan’s eyes brightened, taking this physical contact as permission, he immediately took advantage, embracing Fang Xingzhou and effortlessly lifting him up, sitting down in the chair himself and letting him sit on his lap. They turned from being front and back to face to face. Lu Jianchuan buried his head, sniffing around Fang Xingzhou’s neck like a dog, and after a while, he confidently gave an evaluation: “I can smell it.”
Fang Xingzhou looked at his flushed face: “Smell what?”
“You’re still a little angry, but you’re almost over it,” Lu Jianchuan said with a pleased expression, “Let me guess…is it because I didn’t tell you in advance, making you sad for several weeks?”
Fang Xingzhou reached out, quietly and slowly stroking his face, from his forehead to his nose tip, then to his chin, and finally threading his fingers through his soft hair. He was sure that the person in the chair, after discovering he wouldn’t be dumped, was now acting with impunity, or rather, basking in the favor.
But he had the right to do so. Fang Xingzhou loved him almost to the point of madness, even bringing a knife to his wedding to prevent their separation. Now that there was no engagement, the remaining matters were insignificant. Even though he had been almost mentally collapsed this past month, unable to sleep, work, or live normally, once the misunderstanding was cleared, he was still willing to indulge and pamper, not venting too much emotion on Lu Jianchuan.
On minor matters, he never fussed too much, because this person was Lu Jianchuan.
Fang Xingzhou continued to stroke his hair, hearing the sound of the ring on his ring finger rubbing against the hair. “Hmm, I’m still a bit angry,” he said, “What do you have to say?”
Thinking he really needed an explanation, Lu Jianchuan thought seriously and said: “This mission was very dangerous. If He noticed that I was cooperating with the police, He might retaliate in anger and implicate you.”
Fang Xingzhou: “And?”
Lu Jianchuan moved restlessly, suppressing the fire in his stomach, quickly thinking of an explanation to calm his wife, then said: “Afraid of dragging you in, also afraid of making you worry. And, if I accidentally died during the breakup, you might not be so sad.”
Fang Xingzhou’s pupils darkened, staring at Lu Jianchuan: “Hmm.”
Seeing no response from him, Lu Jianchuan, unable to think of anything else, began to rub against his neck again, pleading eagerly: “Xingzhou…”
Fang Xingzhou lowered his head, kissed his brow, and smelled the familiar fragrance from him, feeling a slight warmth in his chest.
“Say something else.” His voice turned hoarse.
Lu Jianchuan, having lost the ability to think rationally, blurted out sweet words by instinct: “Baby, I will never betray you. One day, we’ll die together, rotting into indistinguishable sludge… Stop reading the paper, dear, my egg and I are starving…”
Again with the egg.
Fang Xingzhou, almost immune to his obsession with fertility, took these words as special affection. Finally, he lowered his head, blocking his babbling lips, prying open his teeth, and tasting the soft tongue inside, just as sweet as he expected.
Lu Jianchuan almost immediately fell. He could feel Fang Xingzhou had calmed down.
…So what he wanted to hear wasn’t an explanation. Lu Jianchuan realized.
A month-long cold war melted away in this kiss, Fang Xingzhou’s breath also quickened, half-squinting, watching his lover’s face up close. Lu Jianchuan, dying of thirst, lifted him up and strode towards their bedroom.
Rather than calling it a bedroom, Lu Jianchuan privately preferred to call it a nest, a love nest they built together.
He placed his lover in the soft knitted items, like an animal in the nesting period, immensely satisfied in the overwhelming scent of Fang Xingzhou, so excited that every muscle in his body tensed.
But just as he was about to drop another kiss, Fang Xingzhou suddenly turned over, pressing him underneath, his palm on his shoulder, his gaze scrutinizing his body inch by inch like a successful hunter examining his proudest prey.
Under his gaze, Lu Jianchuan’s scalp tingled, his Adam’s apple bobbed: “…What’s wrong?”
The palm began to move down. “We still have something unfinished,” Fang Xingzhou patiently counted every inch of skin, “Bring the tattoo kit, I put it on the bedside this afternoon.”
Lu Jianchuan’s body immediately tensed, his mind filled with the image of Fang Xingzhou holding a needle. The sharp needle in his hand became a gentle weapon, piercing the skin again and again, bringing bursts of unbearable pleasure and pain, leaving an indelible mark on his body…
He trembled slightly with anticipation, extending a long arm to fetch the tattoo tools: “Have you decided where to tattoo?”
Fang Xingzhou’s hand stopped on his lower abdomen. His hand was always slightly cool, while Lu Jianchuan’s lower abdomen was hot due to the new life inside. The different temperatures of the skin seemed to produce some irresistible chemical reaction.
Fang Xingzhou took a slight breath, moved his hand away, and took an alcohol swab from the toolbox.
Lu Jianchuan stared unblinkingly at his movements, waiting for his next step, but he did not start immediately. The alcohol swab hovered in midair, he leaned closer, gave a brief kiss, then bent down all the way, stopping at his higher-than-normal-temperature lower abdomen, once again reverently touching that small piece of skin with his lips.
…Perhaps it was his illusion, he seemed to really feel two different heartbeats here. Fang Xingzhou’s face showed a fascinated expression, he couldn’t help but extend his tongue, slowly licking, vaguely tasting an indescribable sweetness, as if his lover had brushed delicious poison here.
Lu Jianchuan trembled slightly, making a nasal sound of discomfort, pleadingly calling his lover’s nickname, desperately suppressing the tail that had already declared its presence. But Fang Xingzhou, engrossed, ignored his pleas, lingering for a long time before reluctantly getting up, staring intently at the moist spot on the skin.
“I’m going to start,” he said hoarsely.
Lu Jianchuan smiled: “Hmm.”
The alcohol swab descended. For a top surgeon, tattooing was not difficult. The fine needle followed, bringing dense joy and pain, almost making Lu Jianchuan explode. He gasped sensuously a few times, unable to help but secretly extend a tentacle, pretending it was his palm, repeatedly caressing Fang Xingzhou’s butterfly bone through the fabric.
It was a long, romantic, painful… entanglement.
Fang Xingzhou’s love seemed to be injected into his skin through the needle, then seeped into his blood, finally converging at the embryo not yet embedded in the bed. They both stared fixedly at the place where new life was being nurtured, and the new life inside seemed to cast its gaze at its creators for the first time…
Author’s Note:
Egg: Mommy, it hurts, please be gentle with the needle.QAQ
