#it's not shen tunan fucking wei ruolai on his desk but IT COULD BE ONE DAY

[sarah-yyy]

Sarah jiejie, consider this: you can be the one to write STN fucking WRL on his desk.

(ya but then i'd have to be the one writing instead of just sitting in front of a screen screeching at whoever has written the thing!!)

“Do you, Ruolai?” he murmurs again. 

His eyes track the way Wei Ruolai’s throat bobs, and he thinks about biting the boy. It’s not a foreign thought. 

Wei Ruolai has been left marks by many who seek to bring Shen Tunan down and this stupid, stupid boy wears these painful reminders of his loyalty to Shen Tunan all over his skin. But although these marks are all there because of Shen Tunan, none of them are his.

“Yes,” Wei Ruolai says. He frowns, just after the word leaves his lips - it’s not difficult to see his mind work through the possible answers, trying for the correct one that will break this tentative balance they’ve reached. “I mean- No. I… What’s the right answer, xiansheng?”

Shen Tunan tries his best not to smile at the look on Wei Ruolai’s face. “It depends.”

“On?”

“What result you are hoping to get,” Shen Tunan tells him. “Do you think you owe me, Wei Ruolai?”

Wei Ruolai’s answer is firm this time, “No, xiansheng.” 

Shen Tunan smiles. “Oh? You’re not grateful for the opportunities I’ve given you?”

“I am,” Wei Ruolai tells him. His grip on Shen Tunan’s jacket tightens as though he is afraid Shen Tunan will leave - like Shen Tunan could. The tips of his ears redden delightfully. “But this is not because of that.”

“What is this?” 

Wei Ruolai doesn’t answer, but his flush spreads down his neck.

Shen Tunan is going to eat him up today.  

“Is it so difficult to tell me that you want me to fuck you, Ruolai?” Shen Tunan asks.

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