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It starts when Dou Dou looks at him, nothing but adoration in his eyes, and calls out for him in that sweet, sweet voice of his. Something had flashed in his head right then– lasting only for a second, but not any less strong. Like a lightning strike.
I want a baby.
The thought is so sudden and yet so irrevocably true that he nearly recoils at the sheer intensity of it. He can feel Chi Cheng turn to him, concern and confusion on his face, and Wu Suowei smiles at him reassuringly. Still, the thought returns, lingering this time, a seed burrowing itself into his heart. I want a baby.
Shit. Wu Suowei actually wants a baby. With Chi Cheng. It’s a little insane, just how vividly he can see it in his mind’s eye. Just the thought of it makes his mouth go dry. Him. Chi Cheng. A baby.
It becomes an obsession, almost. Once Wu Suowei wants something, once Wu Suowei even slightly gets his thoughts attached to a notion of a thing that he could want– it clings. Wraps around his brain and superglues itself on– and it’s damn near impossible for him to peel it off.
And this– Wu Suowei wants it so bad, it feels like a physical ache in his bones sometimes.
He finds himself making Baidu search after Baidu search, scrolling through countless online forums and advice blogs and dedicated Weibo topics and God forbid– baby websites. He’s looking up baby names. He’s fantasizing. Fuck the semantics, really. He’ll find a way. Or Chi Cheng will. Either way goes.
He hasn't said anything to Chi Cheng yet. He knows he won’t care– maybe make a little fun out of it, sure, but he would ultimately find it cute or maybe even hot, the freak– but who is Wu Suowei to judge, really, when the idea sends a hot flash through his stomach as well. But there’s something about it that he wants to keep to himself first, for now. It feels too vulnerable. Too humiliating. Sure, Wu Suowei’s horny, and is baby-fevered as fuck, but he still has his pride, thank you very much. So he carefully hides his tracks when he looks things up– uses different VPNs, always browsing on incognito, as he looks up fucking– fertility and conception advice on the internet like it would actually work and—
God. Fuck. Who even is he anymore? Chi Cheng has turned him into something depraved. He used to balk at even the barest idea of bottoming, used to flinch and swear at even the thought of kissing Chi Cheng, and now here he is. Fantasizing about being– being fucked. Until he’s pregnant.
It leaks– pun entirely unintended– into their sex life as well. Wu Suowei really, really tries not to make it obvious, but if he’s been chanting pleasepleaseplease and laogong, laogong, laogong in between moans and whines and pants a little more fervently, if he’s been wrapping his legs around Chi Cheng’s hips a little tighter as Chi Cheng fucks him into being nothing less but a mindless receptacle of pleasure begging and pleading and crying, if he whines in protest when Chi Cheng starts cleaning him up a little too early for his liking– well, that’s between Wu Suowei and God.
And if Chi Cheng notices anything, he definitely isn’t complaining.
He has Wu Suowei on all fours today, face buried in the pillows, half turned to the side as much as he can so Chi Cheng can ravage his mouth with wet, sloppy kisses.
This position is good, he thinks to himself distantly, scattered with every snap of Chi Cheng’s hips. Chi Cheng’s so deep inside of him, surely when he comes, surely, he’ll reach Wu Suowei’s–
“Inside,” he gasps out, scrabbling at the sheets once he feels the telltale shift in Chi Cheng’s pace– rougher now, messy– rocking his hips up to meet his thrusts as he loses himself in that sweet-fuzzy place that Chi Cheng drives him into with every slam of his hips, with the delicious stretch of his cock that edges between pain and pleasure. “Inside, laogong, please, don't you wanna— don't you—”
Chi Cheng swears under his breath, the timbre of his voice hoarse in Wu Suowei’s ear. He fucks into him, fast, hard– “‘S like you want me to knock you up.”
Wu Suowei barely bites back a scream, his whole body shaking as the pleasure crashes through his veins. His vision goes white. He thinks he sees stars.
Chi Cheng doesn’t falter, pounding into him through the orgasm and well past that, grip bruising around Wu Suowei’s hips, keeping him spread open even as he writhes at the aftershocks and the overstimulation, spent cock twitching helplessly against his thigh. Chi Cheng rocks back in one last time– buries himself to the hilt with ruining finality.
Wu Suowei whines, lifting his hips past the oversensitivity, jerking every time he clenches around the pulse of Chi Cheng’s cock. Like he’s milking him dry. Like even his body knows, instinctively–
The thing is it would be so easy, too, he knows. Chi Cheng already comes inside more often than not– Wu Suowei’s sure if he could– if he just could– it would have happened already. He’s sure Chi Cheng’s spend is strong– it would take on the first try, and if it doesn’t, they’ll just have to keep going. And going. And going. It’s not like they don’t already do that.
When Chi Cheng pulls back, he tries not to whine at the loss, squeezing his eyes shut in a useless attempt to hold back a moan as Chi Cheng’s cock drags over his oversensitive walls. Calloused fingers trail ghost-light along his thigh, sending another tremor slithering down his spine.
He hears the telltale snap of a shutter. He hears his own phone buzz– somewhere, somehow, past the fog.
Fuck. Fuck.
The thing is– the thing is, ultimately, to say Wu Suowei is bad at being subtle is generous. He’s terrible at subtlety, and it doesn’t take long for Chi Cheng to notice that something is off. Really, what did Wu Suowei expect?
Chi Cheng’s simply waiting until he can’t stand to keep it inside anymore, he knows. And Wu Suowei will tell him soon, and they can jump right into the baby making, yes please, thank you, cherry on top. But. Not yet, not now. Soon.
Soon, because Wu Suowei has been growing more and more restless by the day, the incessant buzz underneath his skin spreading. Soon, because he’s so much more distractible these days and he cannot afford to be thinking about baby names while at the office. Soon, because if he doesn’t then one day he might just tackle Chi Cheng to the ground and ride him within an inch of his life.
And shit, doesn’t that sound appealing.
“Wei Wei?”
Chi Cheng’s voice cuts him out of his thoughts. He blinks, looking up with a hum. Chi Cheng steps into the room, stupidly handsome, sending butterflies and a fresh wave of heat swooping through Wu Suowei’s stomach. He’ll never get any less tiring to look at.
He’s also smirking. Never a good sign for the well-being of Wu Suowei’s ass– but an excellent sign for the rapidly snowballing fantasy living rent free in his head.
He’s also holding Wu Suowei’s phone.
Fuck, Wu Suowei thinks, his pulse picking up, a heady mix of nerves and anticipation starting to rise. Fuck. It's happening. He immediately jumps off the bed and runs to grab his phone, but Chi Cheng grabs him tightly by the wrist with his free hand and holds the phone out of reach. Wu Suowei’s heart skips three beats in his chest, but he glares up defiantly at Chi Cheng anyway. “Why are you looking at my phone!”
He reaches for it again, but it’s still a little too far for him. He scowls. Chi Cheng raises his eyebrows, blinking innocuously, the menace.
“I didn’t look through your phone. You left it open. Did you want me to find that?”
Wu Suowei's face feels like it’s on fire. He snatches his phone back finally, heat spiking when Chi Cheng easily lets him with only a small, amused huff. Shoving the phone into his pocket, Wu Suowei turns around, only to yelp when Chi Cheng pulls him right back in. He stumbles, back hitting the broad plane of Chi Cheng’s chest. Chi Cheng keeps him pressed there, one hand securely gripping Wu Suowei’s chin, tilting his head slightly upward.
Wu Suowei’s breath gets stuck in his lungs, his head spinning. Chi Cheng’s free hand trails down his chest. He bites gently at Wu Suowei’s ear and Wu Suowei all but shudders, unconsciously pressing up further against him. Chi Cheng’s hard already, Wu Suowei notes a little distantly, mind too stuck on the sensation of Chi Cheng’s cock against his ass, rocking slightly, teasing.
“My Wei Wei,” Chi Cheng murmurs. “Is this why you’ve been so eager lately?”
“I-I’m not.” His insistence is betrayed by the way his traitorous body instinctively arches into Chi Cheng’s touch. The man only chuckles, dark and low, hot breath brushing the sensitive skin of his ears. Fuck him, Wu Suowei hates him so much, he does. He bites back a whine. “Shut up. It’s none of your business.”
Chi Cheng traces the slope of his waist, settles on the curve of Wu Suowei’s belly and squeezes. Fuck. Holy.
Because dirty talk is one thing, but it’s another when Chi Cheng just. Knows. Fuck. Shit. God.
“I think our family is my business.”
Family. Their family. Him and Chi Cheng and the babies he’s going to fuck Wu Suowei full and pregnant with. Oh, oh. His head feels light, pleasantly fuzzy in the way Chi Cheng always manages to make him. Why had he been so hesitant to tell Chi Cheng, again?
His fingers twitch, aching to grab for something he can barely bring himself to say out loud, to dare to want. Wu Suowei swallows the drool that’s started pooling in his mouth. His knees feel weak. He’s sure if Chi Cheng wasn’t holding him up they’d have given out already.
“Look at you,” Chi Cheng coos, turning him around and pushing him against the bed, until the back of his knees hit the edge and he stumbles back onto the mattress. Chi Cheng towers over him, knee pushed up between Wu Suowei’s thighs, hand pulling one of his legs up. “Acting so seductive. So needy. Why bother hiding it?”
Wu Suowei squirms, more habit than anything. “I’m not trying to hide anything–”
And still he lifts his hips as Chi Cheng works him out of his shorts and underwear, his grip hot and heavy on Wu Suowei’s waist and thighs. And still he lets Chi Cheng spread his legs open.
“Fuck,” Chi Cheng says, something like wonder in his voice. “Wu Suowei. You little minx.”
Blood rushes to Wu Suowei’s face, and he instinctively tries to turn over and hide. Chi Cheng holds him in place– and surely his fingers are tight enough to leave hand-shaped bruises on his legs– “You don’t get to hide, baobei,” he says, and the little catch in his breath makes Wu Suowei’s stomach coil. “Acting shy when you’ve brought this upon yourself. Oh, you’re a wonder.”
Wu Suowei’s cheeks burn, red-hot. “Shut up–”
“–Opening yourself up for me,” Chi Cheng says, like he hadn’t heard him at all, the pads of his fingers trailing from his thigh, past his aching cock– barely brushing, the tease of it making Wu Suowei jerk under his hold, leaking. Wu Suowei whines as Chi Cheng’s touch wanders further down. He tries to twist away, but Chi Cheng’s other hand shoots up– grabs him by the shoulder and pins him down. Wu Suowei whines and thrashes under his grip, but it’s weak, faltering under Chi Cheng’s hands, under Chi Cheng’s low chuckle, a little hoarse with restraint. “Did you want me that bad?”
The words disappear from Wu Suowei’s lungs before he can even try.
Without warning, Chi Cheng plunges two fingers inside, cursing under his breath when Wu Suowei can’t help but clench around him. Wu Suowei moans– the combination of the words and Chi Cheng’s long fingers fucking deep into him wiping out any other thoughts he somehow still has any capability to form, driven out by an incessant chant of more more more. He feels Chi Cheng slip in a third finger– the abruptness stings, tears starting to form in his eyes, but it’s a good kind of hurt. The best. The sweetest pain Chi Cheng never fails to give him. A succulent fire burning him up from the inside. Chi Cheng kisses him through it, open-mouthed and sloppy and filthy, drinking down his moans, the hot slide of lips and tongue heightening every stroke of Chi Cheng’s fingers deep inside him, every coil, every curl setting pleasure alight and driving Wu Suowei to that sweet insanity that threatens to consume him whole.
Chi Cheng pulls back. Wu Suowei chases his lips, but he’s being pressed down again, and he whines. His neglected cock spurts and twitches against his thigh, the ache so torturously good.
The fingers disappear, and Wu Suowei keens, spasming around nothing. “Chi Cheng–”
But then the weight on the bed shifts, and Chi Cheng’s hand is replaced by the blunt head of his cock– brushing just barely against Wu Suowei’s hole. Wu Suowei’s hips immediately work to sink around it, but firm hands are on his waist again, keeping him in place.
His bottom lip trembles. “Why–”
Chi Cheng distracts him with another kiss, one that has him gasping into Chi Cheng’s parted mouth, before Chi Cheng’s pulling back again. “I need you to be clear, baobei,” he says, his breath hot on Wu Suowei’s lips, before his mouth’s sliding down his jaw, his neck, smiling against the small noises vibrating between them. “Do you want a baby?”
Yes, is the immediate thought that springs to mind. Yes, yes, yes. The image is so clear in Wu Suowei’s mind, and he barely holds back a moan at the thought of it. But whatever tattered remains of his pride bristles, his cheeks aflame. Just barely, in between whines, he manages to sputter out, “No–”
“Alright,” Chi Cheng says, and for a split second the haze fogging Wu Suowei’s mind falters, replaced with confusion– but then Chi Cheng’s rocking forward again, his cock catching at Wu Suowei’s rim, and every thought disappears again. Wu Suowei twists in his grasp, whimpering, hips flexing. He can feel Chi Cheng’s smile against his skin.
“What about that, baobei? Do you want that?”
Wu Suowei makes a broken little sound. He does. He does. More than anything in the world, right now. Chi Cheng doesn’t even need to stretch him open– why is he still doing that– why, when Wu Suowei had worked himself open already just so he doesn’t have to– why is he still teasing–!
He blinks back the tears in his eyes, rocking his hips. “I don’t– fuck, I– just put it in, put it in, Chi Cheng– or so help me–”
“Mm. Demanding.”
But then the heat of his body disappears, leaving Wu Suowei feeling– empty, confused, insatiably aroused. Wu Suowei whimpers at the loss, mind trying to catch up because why isn’t Chi Cheng just– driving into him, like he usually does, like he should–
Instead, he hears a drawer opening. Rustling. Wu Suowei blinks past the haze and the tears blurring his vision. Chi Cheng’s reaching into their bedside table, the lowest drawer– his stomach sinking when the faint crackle of foil cuts through the tension.
“Why–”
Chi Cheng shifts back into place in between Wu Suowei’s legs, pumping his cock with one hand– delectably slow, cruel and sweet– a sight that has Wu Suowei sucking his bottom lip into his teeth. Chi Cheng laughs, low and dark and hot, reverberating in Wu Suowei’s ears as he stares at the precum pearling at the tip, “Wei Wei, I’m just being careful.”
Being careful. They haven’t been careful in over a year. His hips twitch, legs spreading wider as he hooks his ankles around Chi Cheng’s hips, the need overriding the embarrassment. “We don’t need it.”
“Those are just your hormones, baobei,” Chi Cheng hums, the mocking sliver of reassurance in his tone pulling a whine from Wu Suowei, making grabby hands at the packet as he tries to tug Chi Cheng closer. “Telling you you’re fertile, ready,” –Wu Suowei keens– “You don’t actually want to get pregnant. You told me yourself.”
–“I–”
Chi Cheng doesn’t give him a chance to continue, the words in his throat breaking out into a cry when Chi Cheng rocks his hips again, the head of his cock slipping in just so– and Wu Suowei lets out a strangled sound, his back arcing uselessly and his hands fisting in Chi Cheng’s shirt. “Chi Cheng,” he gasps out, “Chi Cheng, just put it in– please– we don’t–”
He pushes in, just a little more before he’s pulling back again. Wu Suowei keens in protest, wraps his arms around Chi Cheng’s shoulders, nails digging into his neck so hard that Chi Cheng swears, hips stuttering with restraint.
“Chi Cheng,” Wu Suowei tries again, latching onto the hunger behind Chi Cheng’s eyes, “Chi Cheng, please– you like it so much better raw, right, so won’t you–”
Chi Cheng’s hands find his stomach again, squeezing– hard, like all the force of his restraint relies on his grip, cutting off everything Wu Suowei could have said in favor of a broken moan
“But what if I accidentally breed you full? Fuck a baby into you? Knock you up?”
Wu Suowei nearly sobs, every word punching a whine from deep inside his soul.
"We aren't even married. I can't get you pregnant like this."
He knows, damn it– he knows what Chi Cheng wants, what he’s baiting him for. And the words lodge in his throat, stifled by his pride. But the pleasure's too good, and the arguments die before they can even form, only half-garbled protests making it to Wu Suowei's lips. "You can—"
"I can?" There's a mock gasp in Chi Cheng's voice, the most insincere performance of surprise Wu Suowei has ever seen. And he hates him, he actually hates him, but. But.
Wu Suowei snaps. "Laogong, laogong, please—"
“But you said you didn’t want it. You told me yourself. So we need to be careful.”
Fuck you, Wu Suowei thinks, trying to glare as hard as he can past his blurry eyes and the mind-numbing need– but Chi Cheng only smiles at him, wicked and knowing and awfully composed again except for that faint, predatory glaze in his eyes, the imperceptible way his fingers tighten around Wu Suowei’s waist. Wu Suowei squeezes his eyes shut, gritting out, “I want it.”
Chi Cheng, all types of infuriating and indescribably irresistible, pushes inside again. “Mm?”
Fuck you. Fucking– asshole–! Wu Suowei forces the words through his teeth, louder this time– desperate to escape but held back by his pride. But. But, god, it's so good, and fuck it, fuck it— “I want it–!”
He can hear Chi Cheng’s grin, spread across his face, ravenous, wolfish. “Want what?”
Tears leaking out from the corners of his tightly clenched eyes, Wu Suowei gasps out— “A baby—”
And— fuck, actually saying it out loud makes his entire body run white-hot. His brain shuts down, numb to everything but the shockwave of pleasure that crashes over him for that one overpowering moment, the sheer force of his want. His head spins and he throws all pretense to the wind, the words piercing their way past the invisible barrier in his throat like a dam had broken, no longer containable. “A baby. A-ah– hng, fuck– Chi Cheng, give me– please– laogong–”
With a growl, Chi Cheng slams into him– one rough, vicious snap of his hips, sheathed fully inside– finally– finally– and Wu Suowei all but screams, scrabbling desperately at Chi Cheng’s back. He needs, he needs– this fucking shirt off, needs to feel the heat of Chi Cheng skin to skin as he fucks into Wu Suowei with abandon.
Chi Cheng must understand– because he’s unbuttoning his shirt fast and rough, tossing it haphazardly to the side before hastily tugging Wu Suowei’s off over his head and discarding it just as carelessly. Then he’s driving into Wu Suowei again, staggering to his knees on the bed, all but folding Wu Suowei in half as he hooks Wu Suowei’s legs to his shoulders. Like he’s trying to go as deep as he can possibly go–
Wu Suowei’s helpless to do anything but lie there and take it, clutching desperately and chasing Chi Cheng’s cock every time he pulls back, incapable of making any other sound but desperate ah– ah– ah!s and pleading whines and incoherent babbles of please please please and so good, so big and laogong– more often than spilled from his half-open lips, probed open by Chi Cheng’s tongue. Eyes rolled back, he catches his reflection in one of the mirrors. Pliant. Flushed and sweaty all over. Eyes glazed. Parted lips swollen. Fucked thoroughly.
He shivers at the sight, tightening impossibly around Chi Cheng, who chuckles.
“Like the view?”
Wu Suowei just whines, feeling so deliciously full. The sting of Chi Cheng driving into him once again– a little too deep, a little too big– sends another rush of heat coursing through him.
“Look at your cunt, baobei. So tight around me.”
Wu Suowei chokes on a moan, his face flaming anew, his head spinning with an intoxicating twist of unbridled need and overwhelming shame. “Don’t call it that–!”
But he doesn’t look away. Because from how Chi Cheng's fucking him— how hard, how fast, how sloppy— the lube's started frothing from the intensity of his thrusts, thick and white and almost looking like–
“Why shouldn’t I? Asses don’t get pregnant, Wei Wei.” He catches Wu Suowei’s earlobe between his teeth, sending yet another spark of pleasure jolting down Wu Suowei’s spine, just to add to the overwhelming cocktail of endorphins in his brain. Right in his ear, Chi Cheng’s voice is nothing but absolute, an echo that strikes deep into Wu Suowei’s core. “Cunts do.”
Even after all this time, Wu Suowei still isn’t sure how he hasn’t become desensitized to just how obscene Chi Cheng could be– but he still isn’t, the crass words sending another rush of shame coursing to his head. A broken moan breaks out, mortified, needy—
“–Cunts get fucked full, so deep you can feel it in your womb. Cunts get filled and bred until you have a baby inside you.”
There's a mortifying coil of heat in the pit of his stomach. “You’re so fucking– filthy–”
“The filthiest,” Chi Cheng promises, as sinister as it is sweet, each unforgiving, vicious snap of his hips driving Wu Suowei further into that mindless place. “But you’re the one sucking me in. Milking me dry. Begging me to breed you–”
Wu Suowei sobs. Chi Cheng's— Chi Cheng's— so deep. Driving into him with a force like he's trying to fuck into a womb that isn't there. He's going to give him a baby. Fuck. Wu Suowei wants a baby, wants one so bad so bad so bad, and shit, the tension's rising, the heat's boiling over, his hands reach over blindly and wrap around Chi Cheng's neck like he's trying to bring him impossibly closer, like he's trying to meld them both into one, nails digging into Chi Cheng's skin as Chi Cheng hisses, rough and low, and—
And it's when Chi Cheng presses down on the imprint of his cock against his stomach that Wu Suowei's orgasm comes crashing, striking down his spine and zipping through every nerve, has him shaking and writhing under Chi Cheng's hold, spilling onto his stomach, but Chi Cheng— Chi Cheng doesn't stop, keeps fucking into him even as the pleasure starts to meld into too-harsh pinpricks that border on the edge of toomuchtoomuchtoomuch, and Wu Suowei thinks, yes, yes, because Chi Cheng can't— he's not allowed to stop. Not until he's come inside, not until he's filled Wu Suowei to the point that surely, surely it'll take.
His brain stays in that foggy, woozy space, his already hazy vision blurring over even more as he collapses back on the bed, writhing and squirming and moaning mindlessly as Chi Cheng's grip tightens around his thighs, as Chi Cheng slumps forward slightly like he's trying to drive even deeper into him. He's not sure how long he stays like that, arms hanging loosely around Chi Cheng's neck, listening to nothing but Chi Cheng's moans and the slap of skin on skin, mouth hanging open with soundless moans in between the panting as the overstimulation roils over him, each spark of stimulation on his skin sending him squirming anew and tightening around Chi Cheng's cock.
He can tell when Chi Cheng's close, can tell from the stifled grunt against Wu Suowei's ear, the hoarseness in his voice as he murmurs, "Gonna fuck you full, baobei, knock you up like you want it."
"Mm," Wu Suowei moans, past the jumble of so good and too much and please tangling in his fuzzy-edged skull. Somehow, he manages, "Please," because fuck, fuck, he wants that fucking baby—
With one last, brutal thrust, Chi Cheng sinks the deepest he has inside him, slotting their lips together as he fills Wu Suowei up, licking into his mouth and swallowing Wu Suowei's whines with every twitch of Chi Cheng's cock and the hot spill of his come where he's filling Wu Suowei up.
He rolls his hips into Wu Suowei one last time for good measure, cock twitching as he fucks him through the last spurts of come. Wu Suowei gasps, writhing, moaning against his mouth.
Chi Cheng strokes his hair as they wind down, brushing his bangs away from where they're sticky with sweat against his forehead. Wu Suowei leans into the touch, shuddering when Chi Cheng tries to move anymore. Twisting when he feels the cock gradually soften inside of him.
"Keep it in," he mutters, when Chi Cheng starts to maneuver them both into a spooning position. "Wanna make sure."
The last thing he hears before he passes out is the fond echo of Chi Cheng's laugh and the press of his body heat against Wu Suowei's back, the spark of sensation as he's rocking his soft cock slightly into him.
In the morning, Wu Suowei wakes to a belly-deep thrum of heat and an aching emptiness inside him, teased by the slick slide of something against his rim. Chi Cheng's between his legs, raising his head when Wu Suowei shifts, and the curl of his mouth and the hunger in his eyes is probably the best thing Wu Suowei's woken up to.
"Cleaned you up," Chi Cheng says, coming up, and Wu Suowei whines at the loss of his tongue, but the way Chi Cheng starts to lick and bite at his neck is not at all unwelcome.
"You were rimming me in my sleep." Wu Suowei tries to sound affronted, but he's sure the way his breath catches in between the words betrays him. "Fucking me open—…"
"Two in one deal," is all Chi Cheng says, the asshole, but the way his cock's already pressing against his stomach is promising. Wu Suowei inwardly shivers. Chi Cheng smirks, stroking his stomach. "I wasn't sure if it took, baobei. Maybe we should try again."
Wu Suowei lets out a breath, shaky with anticipation.
He really wants that fucking baby.