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"Yixing, you're home!"

As soon as the door to our apartment slammed close with a loud thud, my body sprung free from the blankets I had wrapped around myself. The apartment was usually cold, Yixing had always loved the tiny chills dancing over his warm skin whenever he entered our shared home.

What he loved even more- I made sure to grant him this every time his eyes laid upon me after a long, exhausting day- was seeing me tremble, if it was in cold or anything else. Yixing had bought me tens and hundredths of thin negligees in every color and every possible material that I wore every time that he walked through the threshold of the door when the moon had already settled in the darkening sky.

The rough sole of his leathery boots scratched against the floor heavily as he let his keys drop onto the small counter next to the entry door. He let his eyes travel over the ground until they detected my bare feet a few meters in front of him, they trailed up my body without neglecting any inch of it, and finally landed on my face that was sculpted with a sweet smile for him.

He eventually returned that smile as he loosened the collar of his dress shirt which signaled that I could finally close the remaining space between us. My steps were like those of a feline creature as I attempted to walk up to him in a straight line, which made the corners of his mouth rise even higher than previously. He looked so sweet.

As I arrived to him his eyes once again glided over the pale pink, silken nightdress I wore. His orbs held something lascivious, every of their movement was determined as his delicate fingers glided over my shoulder to help bring our faces closer together.

The softness of his alluring, blue lips drove me into insanity as I slowly melted against them. It seemed like his flesh became alive and gained warmth with every moment they spent colliding with my own, due to the cold that dominated every cell of his body every single day.

Gradually we separated from each other. Yixing's lips had adapted a red tone that made them fade into violet with every seconds I watched them in anticipation. Before I could say anything more his fingertips harshly dug into my shoulder from the front, pushing me a few inches away from himself as his eyes wilt with revolt and became glazed with dark lust that sparkled underneath the dim light of the lamp above us.
Yixing slowly guided me towards the dinner table to our right as I glued my scared and widened eyes to his.

"Hands on the table, Jiye."

He turned my body around as the back of my thighs came in touch with the wooden piece of furniture in the center of our salon. My back was now facing him, a shiver colder than his hands ran down my spine as he neared his lips to my ear from behind. I squeezed my eyes shut as my fingers curled around the edge of the table, knowing what was coming next.

There was an undefined break in that I was only dwelling in the thought of the soon coming, abrupt and momentary impact on my behind. The material of the negligee that covered my butt was slowly raised - I could feel his eyes penetrate into the thickest layers of my skin- before the loud slap of leather against skin filled the silent space.

From the sudden surge of pain, whose pattern I had became accustomed too, that filled the small patch that was now red on my below, one of my hands detached of the table to form into a fist.

The man behind me snarled eerily as he noticed my hands hovering over the surface of the wood.

"I said hands on the table, Jiye."

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