Porcelain

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Luo Weizhao sat at his desk, lost in thought, staring out the window. He found it hard to concentrate on his work, because for weeks now, Pei Su hadn't just occupied a significant part of his attention - he had practically taken up 100% of it. Luo Weizhao was incredibly relieved that things were quiet at the moment, and that his team had been assigned to review a cold case, digging for things that might have been overlooked until now.

𝘗𝘦𝘪 𝘚𝘶.

The moment he tried to think about anything else, Pei Su's handsome face or his surprisingly deep voice would sneak back into his mind. His brain simply refused to focus on anything or anyone else.

Luo Weizhao often wondered how their relationship would develop in the future. Neither of them was the ideal boyfriend - he had no illusions about that - but the magnetic pull Pei Su had on him, and the miracle that he seemed to have the same effect on Pei Su, overshadowed any flaws either of them might have.

Even though he had known him for more than seven years, all of this was uncharted territory for Luo Weizhao. He even suspected that, with Pei Su, it was much harder for him than with anyone else to read him or to know what he thought about specific, very specific things. He had already had to summon so much energy just to cross that one important threshold and tell him how he felt, and crossing this other important line felt even harder. The worst part was how embarrassed the whole topic made him.

He didn't know how Pei Su would react to too much closeness, but, surprisingly, it was Pei Su who sought it, whenever possible. He openly showed him how starved he was for affection and intimacy. Luo Weizhao never denied him any of it - Pei Su needed it, and he himself needed it just as much. When he held him in his arms, he knew Pei Su was safe and that he was fine. Luo Weizhao was practically addicted to that feeling.

In the past few days, Pei Su's hands had found their way under his shirt, sweater, or T-shirt noticeably more often when they were making out on the couch. Luo Weizhao tried his best to keep himself under control, but he knew he wouldn't be able to resist him much longer. Pei Su should be the one to decide how far they went. No matter how confident he was, or how much he sometimes had flirted with others or with him, Luo Weizhao was convinced that Pei Su had never been this close to anyone before. He hadn't asked him, though - he simply didn't have the courage to.

Luo Weizhao's own experience was limited, but he knew he was the one who had to take responsibility. He had never been in a relationship before - not like this, not seriously - so he had never really given much thought to the subject of sex. He only knew one thing: as long as Pei Su didn't say anything, he wouldn't do anything. He had promised himself not to make the first move.

When he opened the door to his apartment that evening, something made him frown. It wasn't the fact that Pei Su was there - he had practically been at his place every day for weeks. Without either of them ever discussing it, his apartment had suddenly become their shared home. He certainly had no objections to that. But what made him pause that evening was the smell.

It smelled like dinner. Dinner that was simmering on the stove - not takeout. Looking visibly puzzled, he took off his black leather jacket, carelessly left his shoes in the hallway, and walked into the kitchen.

Pei Su was standing with his back to him, stirring something in one of the pots on the stove.