apparently people also dislike china
that confused me even more than disliking russia
look at this adorable man
look at how he doesnt give two fucks
do you see how awesome he is
even as an adorable little child
he laughs in the face of goddamn danger
he dun take none o yo shit
because china is awesome
got that
I think I’m pregnant… that or fat…
“…Alright,” he replied, frowning more as he watched the other grab a robe and walk out of the bathroom. That was…Strange. Though perhaps Yao wanted to hurry and go grab some medicine, or simply wanted to clean up the mess before it stained, and he was only imagining how awkward the other seemed to be acting.
Gathering all the things he needed to clean up the mess, Yao walked in only his robe, to his office. That would be a place filled with good memories from now on, and every time he would be working on something, he would remember the passion he felt right there. He wiped the floor, gathering the paper work and throwing the unimportant papers on the garbage, everything else was pilled on a shelf, he would remember later. The floor mopped and the desk cleaned. Every little belonging were back on it, his pens and stapler, and even a frame of his family he sweetly kept.
He’d been so exhausted after everything, he’d nearly fallen asleep a couple times in the shower, even while standing up. But he’d managed to get himself cleaned up, and, hoping he didn’t use up all the warm water, he turned the shower off and got out. After drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his lower half, he went to go seek out Yao. “Are you done cleaning up the mess?”
“Ah! Yes!” He set the frame down on his desk again, pulling his robe down a little, trying to cover himself up. “I was just on my way to the bathroom. ” He patted Ivan’s chest, walking pass him in direction to the bathroom. “I wont take much long, make yourself comfortable.”
He nodded his head and frowned a bit as he watched Yao walk off. “Alright,” he called, glancing around the office. Maybe he should just head off to bed, he was tired enough as it was. But he couldn’t help but linger a little longer to marvel at how quickly Yao had cleaned everything up, despite how much of a mess everything had been.
In the bathroom, Yao slipped the robe off, looking himself in the mirror, noticing how mauled his body had been. He had Ivan’s hands marked on his hips, his neck and chest covered in red dots. Ivan was usually rough, but he honestly didn’t mind. There was a bit of pain after, but he enjoyed, secretly how rough sex with Ivan could be. It just wouldn’t feel the same if it was casually calm.
Somehow he rested upon the idea that they were simply animals. That his body was marked as a warning to anyone who dared touch him.
He slipped inside the shower, letting the water run over him for the time being, washing himself fast enough. He dried himself off, hanging the towel around his waist and moving to his room to dress up something.After a couple minutes he’d turned and headed off for bed, deciding to take a nap. At least a small one, and then they could have a nice dinner or something. But for now, he dropped his towel on the ground as soon as he got to the bedroom, and crawled under the sheets of the bed.
He had almost fallen asleep by the time that Yao came into the bedroom. But he was still, even just barely, awake. “You should come to bed with me,” he mumbled, flopping to his side. “Or go make me a snack. I’m fine with either…”
Yao chuckled a Ivan’s comment. Make him a snack? What was he? His personal maid? Ivan knew where the food was, if he was hungry he was sure he would eventually drag his feet to the kitchen, grumbling, irritated, making his own snack. “I will, I want to take care of some paper work, so while you sleep I will sit next to you, working.”
Valentines? Our anniversary.
He gave Yao a smug and amused look in return to his angry one, setting his cheek in his hand and his elbow on his leg. “You seem to have been having a hard time with it, though, if you ask me.”
Yao squint his eyes a Ivan, angry with the insinuation. He was honestly expecting to have sex on their anniversary, it was normal, after a dinner and a little chat. But it was Ivan’s fault they weren’t having sex now. Ivan pressured Yao into saying something and that something apparently was not possible. It was all Ivan’s fault, not his. “Really now? Oops, guess who’s sleeping on the couch tonight, and for the next week, maybe month also. Then we’ll see who has a hard time with it.”
He rose his brows, the smug look dissolving into surprise. He eventually gave out a chuckle. “Why are you so mad, I was just joking. Do you want sex? Because I’m ready for it.” He stretched his arms out, giving the other a shrug. “We can have sex.”
“No!” He simply replied. “I don’t want sex, I don’t want anything. The evening is already ruined, just… pick another movie and lets watch it. I’m not going to watch porn.” He moved from the couch close to the dvd reader, opening it and taking the cd off.
“You were just asking for it,” he responded with a frown, laying back. “No. What are you doing? Come here, don’t act all angry. The evening doesn’t have to be ruined, we can repair it.”
He stopped on his track, glancing back at Ivan, shaking his head. “How can we repair anything? If you didn’t ask me for what I wanted, we would probably be a the end of sex by now. Why did you have to ask what I wanted!?”
“You’re mad because I asked you what you wanted? If that annoyed you so much, we can pretend I didn’t. Come on, if you want sex so bad, then we can just do it, Yao.” He frowned, crossing his arms and eyeing the other.
Yao frowned in his direction. Ivan was always dragging the subject for sex. If Yao wanted sex that bad. That bad? He expected it, he wasn’t exactly craving for it, it seemed to Yao just like another plot of Ivan’s for them to have sex. “No, I don’t want sex.” He said calmly.
Anonymous asked: I definitely ship you with Yao because you two are adorable together. He’s a lucky man. As for a dare I think you should totally propose to him. I mean, your marriage is long overdue! If you can’t do that, I also bet Yao would look adorable dressed as a kitty. ;3
Ivan managed to squish through the crowd to get to Yao, afterward pulling the jacket on. He glanced around, frowning slightly. “More people must have come in,” he said, before turning his attention back to Yao.
“It feels like that.” Yao made a sign to the bartender boy, that smiled at him leaning close to him. The man asked for two drinks of the same kind and the boy nodded at him, giving him a flirty look. Yao was surprised. Flattered, but surprised. Did he resemble that much of a woman that night… or was the boy really into men? Either way, he hoped Ivan hadn’t noticed and waited for their drinks.
He straightened out the wrinkles in his coat, before noticing Yao’s… Admirer. He didn’t say much, only giving a glance at him, a knowing glance, as he leaned against the bar. “They’ll start leaving eventually,” he replied to Yao. “It’s getting late, after all.”
“You should go ask your boss if you can stay with me, before he wants to leave.” Yao didn’t make eye contact with Ivan, just waited for his drinks as the boy approached with them and a piece of paper on his hand. He placed the drinks in the balcony and gave Yao the paper saying call me. Yao was even more surprised than before, opened the paper and saw in fact a phone number. He quickly gave the number back to the boy politely saying “I’m not interested, I’m sorry.” Grabbing his drinks hoping Ivan would just follow him out of there.
“I will, eventually,” he said, glancing over at the piece of paper that Yao was handed. He couldn’t help but sneer a little and turn his attention to the bartender, the smug little bartender. Who the hell did he think he was? But it wasn’t like Ivan could really do anything. He sighed, eyeing him for a bit longer, not quite wanting to leave. Just to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid.
The boy wasn’t going to give up. He walked around the balcony, holding Yao’s arm gently before he could flee away. Why not? Give me a chance, you’ll see I’m not that bad. Yao couldn’t understand the interest that boy had in him, he couldn’t understand why he just didn’t give up. “I’m a man… and I’m really not interested, please let me go.” He politely said, moving his arm away.
Alright. It had gone on far enough that Ivan decided to push himself between the two of them, giving the man an especially nasty look, his fists clenching. He forced himself to stop from punching the guy, though that didn’t stop him from swearing at him. “Get the hell away, he said he’s not fucking interested.”
When he noticed, Ivan was towering over the boy, with threatening words, making everyone look in their direction. That could not be good. Ivan would drag the attention of their bosses and make them find out they weren’t just friends. The boy’s face was terrified. He figured that was enough, he slipped in the middle of them, telling the boy to go back to work, setting both drinks over the balcony and dragging Ivan from there. “I think its time we go home.”
“Oh, will you, now?” he mumbled, his brows raising. He definitely enjoyed Yao when he acted like this. Definitely. “Don’t be sorry,” he responded, reaching out and grabbing the other’s rear after they’d gotten down the stairs. “And I’ll be damned if I only let you eat so little. You’ll need some energy for after breakfast.”
Yao winced only a little when Ivan touched him. The man’s thirst for sex was unbelievable , even after so much, Ivan was up to actually do it again. He rolled his eye pushing Ivan against the kitchen table and tip toeing to bite his lips. “Oh don’t worry, I can take more than you can imagine.”
How could Ivan not be excited for another round, when Yao acted like this? He hardly ever did, it was never quite like this. He was always either irritated about it, or bashful. But when he got like this, Ivan couldn’t help but get so excited. His free hand met the other on Yao’s rear, pulling him skin-close to him. “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”
Yao hang his mouth open when he was caught so roughly. His lips building a smile slowly as he raised his hands up and behind himself reaching for Ivan. His hips rocked a little against Ivan and from his lips a little sigh. “Asking? I’m not even saying anything.”
His fingers clenched onto Yao a little tighter, and he wetted his lips excitedly, giving the other an entire thrust back in return for his rocking. “You’re definitely saying things with your body,” he responded, his brow raisings.
“I always found corporal expression a very important part of our nature.” He bit down his lower lip, feeling Ivan’s body excited against his, from behind. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but he could surely feel it. He let out a dry groan, trying to pull away from the other. “We need to eat, or I’ll pass out.”
He let out a small sigh, leaning down and kissing the other’s neck. “That’s what I was saying before. But then you just kept going… Do you like teasing me, Yao-Yao? You sure act like it.”
Yao ran from Ivan’s kisses, taking a cover behind the table in his kitchen. “I have to admit, there’s a certain entertainment in teasing you like this. To watch you like this. Haha~”
“It was not just a kiss,” he responded, making a noise as Yao pulled his ear. “You were running your hands all over me and getting all close.” He peeked out at him, raising his brow. “How often do you do things like that? Of course you get me in the mood when you tease me like that.”
“I…” He was out of words for once. How was he supposed to know Ivan got easily in the mood like that. Even after years of living with each other’s ways and tricks, it seemed like it wasn’t enough for Yao to learn everything about Ivan. Actually, he believed he didn’t do that much of a move. He slid his hand on Ivan’s chest, and kissed him, that was it. “Hmm…” How could he possibly get out of that now? “I really… didn’t intend you to get in the mood.”
He scoffed, rolling onto his back, his head still on Yao’s lap. He stared up at him, one brow raised. “You were all over me. You looked like you wanted sex right up till the moment you realized how early in the morning it was.” He stretched his arms above his head, frowning. “And it isn’t very early in the morning anymore.”
His eyes widen as he realized Ivan was really in the mood. He didn’t want too, he really didn’t. He was hoping for a nice day out of sex, just the two of them enjoying each other’s company. “I have so much to do… can’t we leave it for later?”
“What do you have to do? Come on, Yao, you’re so boring.” He frowned, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. “So boring. So mean.”
“I’m not boring! I just have things to do, today!” Actually no. He had nothing in special to do, he was just hoping he would have a good time with Ivan. Nice time without sex, but he had to understand that the slightest touch would trigger Ivan into it.
“I asked you what you have to do, and you didn’t even answer,” he responded, raising his brow and giving a snort. “You have nothing to do. You’re just saying that to get out of sex.”
“I…” He sighed frustrated, caught on his own lies. He didn’t want Ivan to think he was rejecting him. He just really wasn’t on the mood. “We can have sex… but under my conditions.”
“It was not just a kiss,” he responded, making a noise as Yao pulled his ear. “You were running your hands all over me and getting all close.” He peeked out at him, raising his brow. “How often do you do things like that? Of course you get me in the mood when you tease me like that.”
“I…” He was out of words for once. How was he supposed to know Ivan got easily in the mood like that. Even after years of living with each other’s ways and tricks, it seemed like it wasn’t enough for Yao to learn everything about Ivan. Actually, he believed he didn’t do that much of a move. He slid his hand on Ivan’s chest, and kissed him, that was it. “Hmm…” How could he possibly get out of that now? “I really… didn’t intend you to get in the mood.”
He scoffed, rolling onto his back, his head still on Yao’s lap. He stared up at him, one brow raised. “You were all over me. You looked like you wanted sex right up till the moment you realized how early in the morning it was.” He stretched his arms above his head, frowning. “And it isn’t very early in the morning anymore.”
His eyes widen as he realized Ivan was really in the mood. He didn’t want too, he really didn’t. He was hoping for a nice day out of sex, just the two of them enjoying each other’s company. “I have so much to do… can’t we leave it for later?”
“What do you have to do? Come on, Yao, you’re so boring.” He frowned, closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. “So boring. So mean.”
“I’m not boring! I just have things to do, today!” Actually no. He had nothing in special to do, he was just hoping he would have a good time with Ivan. Nice time without sex, but he had to understand that the slightest touch would trigger Ivan into it.
“Oh, will you, now?” he mumbled, his brows raising. He definitely enjoyed Yao when he acted like this. Definitely. “Don’t be sorry,” he responded, reaching out and grabbing the other’s rear after they’d gotten down the stairs. “And I’ll be damned if I only let you eat so little. You’ll need some energy for after breakfast.”
Yao winced only a little when Ivan touched him. The man’s thirst for sex was unbelievable , even after so much, Ivan was up to actually do it again. He rolled his eye pushing Ivan against the kitchen table and tip toeing to bite his lips. “Oh don’t worry, I can take more than you can imagine.”
How could Ivan not be excited for another round, when Yao acted like this? He hardly ever did, it was never quite like this. He was always either irritated about it, or bashful. But when he got like this, Ivan couldn’t help but get so excited. His free hand met the other on Yao’s rear, pulling him skin-close to him. “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”
Yao hang his mouth open when he was caught so roughly. His lips building a smile slowly as he raised his hands up and behind himself reaching for Ivan. His hips rocked a little against Ivan and from his lips a little sigh. “Asking? I’m not even saying anything.”
His fingers clenched onto Yao a little tighter, and he wetted his lips excitedly, giving the other an entire thrust back in return for his rocking. “You’re definitely saying things with your body,” he responded, his brow raisings.
“I always found corporal expression a very important part of our nature.” He bit down his lower lip, feeling Ivan’s body excited against his, from behind. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but he could surely feel it. He let out a dry groan, trying to pull away from the other. “We need to eat, or I’ll pass out.”
Anonymous asked: I definitely ship you with Yao because you two are adorable together. He’s a lucky man. As for a dare I think you should totally propose to him. I mean, your marriage is long overdue! If you can’t do that, I also bet Yao would look adorable dressed as a kitty. ;3
Ivan managed to squish through the crowd to get to Yao, afterward pulling the jacket on. He glanced around, frowning slightly. “More people must have come in,” he said, before turning his attention back to Yao.
“It feels like that.” Yao made a sign to the bartender boy, that smiled at him leaning close to him. The man asked for two drinks of the same kind and the boy nodded at him, giving him a flirty look. Yao was surprised. Flattered, but surprised. Did he resemble that much of a woman that night… or was the boy really into men? Either way, he hoped Ivan hadn’t noticed and waited for their drinks.
He straightened out the wrinkles in his coat, before noticing Yao’s… Admirer. He didn’t say much, only giving a glance at him, a knowing glance, as he leaned against the bar. “They’ll start leaving eventually,” he replied to Yao. “It’s getting late, after all.”
“You should go ask your boss if you can stay with me, before he wants to leave.” Yao didn’t make eye contact with Ivan, just waited for his drinks as the boy approached with them and a piece of paper on his hand. He placed the drinks in the balcony and gave Yao the paper saying call me. Yao was even more surprised than before, opened the paper and saw in fact a phone number. He quickly gave the number back to the boy politely saying “I’m not interested, I’m sorry.” Grabbing his drinks hoping Ivan would just follow him out of there.
“I will, eventually,” he said, glancing over at the piece of paper that Yao was handed. He couldn’t help but sneer a little and turn his attention to the bartender, the smug little bartender. Who the hell did he think he was? But it wasn’t like Ivan could really do anything. He sighed, eyeing him for a bit longer, not quite wanting to leave. Just to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything stupid.
The boy wasn’t going to give up. He walked around the balcony, holding Yao’s arm gently before he could flee away. Why not? Give me a chance, you’ll see I’m not that bad. Yao couldn’t understand the interest that boy had in him, he couldn’t understand why he just didn’t give up. “I’m a man… and I’m really not interested, please let me go.” He politely said, moving his arm away.
