He has finally been able to negotiate his way into going to work on the morning of his birthday--a sacrilege his little brotehr is still less than happy with--in exchange in allowing himself to be pampered for the rest of the day. So, pampered he is. He supposes lying down on his luxurious recliner, a cool gel eye mask shielding his eyes and depuffing his lids is far from the worst compromise he could agree to.
It has also allowed him to sneak in a precious nap or two since he's made it back home, only the steady, quiet rise and fall of his chest giving him away as Qingxuan listed his outfit selection for the evening.
"Yeah, sure," he swallows a yawn, an agreement quick to his lips to whatever the younger Shi has just proposed. He's been attentively listening after all, has he not?
"If we have the time, that is. Just pick whatever looks suitable."
The only person in the world in whose hand he is ever malleable is the only other person in this room. Shi Wudu's standards have always been on the strict side of top notch, flawless and unforgiving... And yet, Shi Qingxuan knew his own aesthetics like an artist.
Tugging the eye mask off his face, the elastic holding it in place catches on the underside of his hair, lifting the fall of hair off his shoulders and the nape of his neck to reveal purple, telling bruises on their way to fading out.
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He has finally been able to negotiate his way into going to work on the morning of his birthday--a sacrilege his little brotehr is still less than happy with--in exchange in allowing himself to be pampered for the rest of the day. So, pampered he is. He supposes lying down on his luxurious recliner, a cool gel eye mask shielding his eyes and depuffing his lids is far from the worst compromise he could agree to.
It has also allowed him to sneak in a precious nap or two since he's made it back home, only the steady, quiet rise and fall of his chest giving him away as Qingxuan listed his outfit selection for the evening.
"Yeah, sure," he swallows a yawn, an agreement quick to his lips to whatever the younger Shi has just proposed. He's been attentively listening after all, has he not?
"If we have the time, that is. Just pick whatever looks suitable."
The only person in the world in whose hand he is ever malleable is the only other person in this room. Shi Wudu's standards have always been on the strict side of top notch, flawless and unforgiving... And yet, Shi Qingxuan knew his own aesthetics like an artist.
Tugging the eye mask off his face, the elastic holding it in place catches on the underside of his hair, lifting the fall of hair off his shoulders and the nape of his neck to reveal purple, telling bruises on their way to fading out.