I would hold you until you stopped shaking. Then I would carry you into my bathroom and run you a hot bath. I would bathe you and wash your hair. If you had contusions I would ice them. After the bath, I would towel you dry, dress you in soft PJs, then dry and brush your hair.
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I would speak to you, the whole time. Tell you how good you were for me. How proud I am of you. WWX texts back: you don't know that I'd be good LWJ: I do. You're always so good, Wei Ying. There are endless seconds of silence. WWX: and then? LWJ: I would bring you juice.
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WWX: awww, no red bull? :) LWJ: Caffeinated drinks are not good for your body. I would also give you food. What do you like to eat, after a scene? WWX: something warm? I get cold sometimes, after Once Again LWJ Reminds Himself That Murder Is Illegal.
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LWJ: I would make you chicken and egg drop congee. Bring it to you in bed so that you could eat in your PJs, wrapped up in a blanket. And then, once you were full, I would tuck you in and let you sleep. More silence. WWX: you wouldn't stay? LWJ's breath catches.
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LWJ: Only if you wanted me to. WWX: what would you do if you stayed? LWJ: I'd hold you, spooned against my chest, until you fell asleep. WWX starts typing a reply. He continues to type for a long time, but the reply doesn't come. Finally, WWX: is that all you'd do?
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LWJ's heart is pounding now, his pulse a living thing throbbing beneath his skin This is a bad idea. WWX just said he wants to take a break from BDSM. He has made it clear that he doesn't want LWJ the way LWJ wants him. This must be another misunderstanding. He knows all of this.
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And yet. LWJ: If you let me, I would kiss you. WWX: where would you kiss me? LWJ: On your forehead. Your cheeks. Your mouth. LWJ is barely breathing. He's so hard. There's no response, so he keeps going.
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LWJ: Your palms. Your wrists. Your throat. The jut of your collarbones. This time, the pause is the longest yet. WWX: that sounds amazing. i think i'd be very lucky, if i could be yours.
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LWJ drops his phone. It clatters onto the table, the sound shockingly loud in the quiet apartment. LWJ scrambles it back into his hands, every impulse screaming-- WWX: anyway, you're probably tired. thanks a lot for everything. i seriously owe you. have a good night
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LWJ types, then deletes, then does it again, five times. Finally, he sends: Anytime. Truly. Good night, Wei Ying. (And on that note, goodnight from me as well. Third and final part coming soon!
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I NEED IIIIIT THANK U FOR THIS FOOD
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