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The water is cold. She knows it has to be. The point is to drop her body temperature so as not to spoil the food, but that doesn’t stop Chen Guo’s annoyance as she sits in the chilly bathwater. A knock at the bathroom door interrupts her mental grumblings.
“Guo-Guo – you’ve been in long enough, are you ready to get out and get ready?” The voice of Tang Rou drifts through the closed door.
“Uh – yes I’ll be right out Little Tang.”
Grimacing, she stands and steps out of the bath and gently pats her skin dry, trying not to warm herself up with the friction of the towel. She takes a breath to brace herself as she pulls on her bathrobe before she opens the door and smiles at her friend.
“Thank you again for helping me with this Little Tang; I’m lucky to have such a good friend.”
Chen Guo blushes, the flush creeping down her neck and beneath the collar of her robe.
“Nonsense! If anything – well, Old Wei better have the best present for you on your birthday… Are you ready to lay down?”
Tang Rou’s practicality is a blessing, not wasting time indulging Chen Guo’s nerves. They had already done her hair and applied light makeup before she got into the cooling bath, knowing that once everything was in place they had to work quickly. Everyone in Team Happy was generally aware that Chen Guo had a surprise planned for Wei Chen and were helping in their own way; Team Happy had insisted Wei Chen lead them through a ten-player dungeon, with Wu Chen and Lin Yi from Guild Happy filling in for the lack of Ye Xiu and Tang Rou while Tang Rou helps Chen Guo prepare under the excuse of "doing inventory" for Happy internet cafe since she had been an employee before.
Gulping down her nerves, Chen Guo walks over to the low table and shrugs out of her bathrobe, awkwardly laying down on the cool paper tablecloth. She blinks slowly as she feels Tang Rou adjust the neck bolster to support her head, careful of the elegant hairdo they had styled earlier; in the cooler than normal air of the room, her skin starts to pebble and her nipples draw up into firm points.
“Alright. I’m going to begin, so if you have to squirm or scratch an itch, do it now.”
Tang Rou turns away, going to grab the large cooler box off the counter. Squirming slightly on the table, Chen Guo tries to find a comfortable position as she waits, a little awkward as she lays there nude while her friend returns and pulls out the shiso and strips of banana leaves from the cooler.
“I think I’m ready… Thank you again Little Tang.”
“Then just relax and don’t move too much.”
Snapping on a pair of rubber gloves, Tang Rou perfunctorily takes the leaves and dips them one by one in a bowl of cool water, patting them dry with a paper towel before laying them strategically over Chen Guo’s body.
The girls fall into a slightly awkward but not uncomfortable silence as Tang Rou goes to work arranging the shaped rice, draping slices of fish over some and spooning salmon roe into the tops of others. Chen Guo tries to let her mind relax, thinking idly of the advertising contracts for Team Happy, if she should try and replace the keyboards in the Internet Café during the next big sales – anything to distract herself from what she was doing (having done to her) and why.
Breathing slowly so as not to disturb Tang Rou’s hard work, Chen Guo glances down carefully to see the artfully placed flowers, the rosettes of sashimi, and elegant lines of nigiri sushi being laid out on her limbs. Wei Chen better appreciate this! She thinks to herself, This is embarrassing and the sushi wasn’t cheap! Allowing a breath to hiss past her teeth slowly, she tries to calm her internal irritation. She did actually like her boyfriend after all, and doing this for his birthday was no great hardship even if it felt somewhat – risqué.
Bzzt! Tang Rou’s phone vibrates with an incoming message.
“Ahh-- Luo Ji’s prediction was correct! That was Qiao Yifan, they just cleared the last Boss in the dungeon. Wei Chen is going outside for a cigarette so we have just enough time, I’m almost done,” Tang Rou says, her voice quietly satisfied.
“You look lovely Guo-Guo… I really think Old Wei will appreciate his birthday present.”
Chen Guo flushes at the compliment but refuses to give into the impulse to wriggle, afraid to mess up Tang Rou’s hard work. She bites her bottom lip as Tang Rou finishes the final touches, turns on some light classical music, and gives her a sip of water just to moisten her suddenly dry mouth.
“Thank you”
She whispers as Tang Rou bends and presses a kiss to her forehead. Trying to breathe evenly and slowly as her friend walks out of sight with only the soft sound of the door opening and closing marking her departure, Chen Guo is glad she can’t see a clock, not wanting to know how long she waits.
Wei Chen scrubs his hands clean in the kitchen sink, knowing better than to go see Chen Guo with the smell and taste of cigarettes lingering on him. Spitting the mouthwash down the drain, he tucks the bottle back underneath the sink and rinses his mouth out with some water. Turning to see Tang Rou leaning in the doorway, he gives her a crooked smile.
“Am I presentable enough to go see the Boss Lady and get my birthday gift?”
“As much as you ever are... And Happy Birthday” Her eyes glint with fond mockery.
“All right then – Thank you for the well wishes.”
Setting off to see Chen Guo, Wei Chen fondly thinks of how enjoyable this birthday was. There had been a small party over breakfast, with all his favorite foods; Guild Happy had gotten the wild boss that had spawned mid-morning, and Ye Xiu had even logged on to gift him some materials to upgrade Windward Formation’s scepter. The team had done well in the dungeon run even if they hadn’t set any records, and now he was going to go find his girlfriend, who told him she had one last present for his birthday.
He knocks lightly on the door before opening it and walking in, shutting it behind him and looking curiously around for Chen Guo.
“Boss?”
Wei Chen falls abruptly silent as he walks far enough into the room to see beyond Chen Guo’s couch. Struck dumb by the sight, he can only walk closer on weak knees before collapsing onto the cushion beside the low table.
“Boss is the best girlfriend…”
He breathes out, watching Chen Guo flush a little, the pink of her cheeks contrasting beautifully with the dark green of the banana leaves on her collarbones. Collecting himself, he arranges himself on the cushion and takes in the single place setting, soy sauce and a glass of sake already poured.
“Well, who am I to refuse such a feast…” Taking a moment to appreciate the scene before him, Wei Chen can only marvel at his good fortune before picking up his chopsticks.
Chen Guo had wondered what the appeal to nyotaimori was when she had been preparing herself to do this for Wei Chen as a birthday gift… Now that she was here – she was taken aback by how viscerally she understood why people might enjoy the experience. From his gaze — heavy with affection – to the quiet words of praise before he began to enjoy his meal; it all made her feel cherished and pretty as any beauty from her favorite dramas. To say nothing of the quiet noises of pleasure he made from the tastes filling his mouth, all of it was having more of an effect on her than she could have predicted.
She could feel the heat of arousal slowly stirring in between her thighs as she glanced through lowered lashes at Wei Chen, taking the neatly trimmed stubble darkening his angular jaw. Her belly clenched as she watched the flex of his forearm as he selected a piece of salmon roe gunkan-maki, the rumble of pleasure he made in his throat as he savored the maki making her bite her own lip in desire.
Sighing with contentment as he chews the last bite of sweet omelette, Wei Chen stretches languidly. He sips his sake as he looks down at his girlfriend with affection and no small amount of lust. Rolling the potent alcohol around in his mouth to both enjoy the aroma as well as cleanse his palate, he considers his next move. He swallows his mouthful as he comes to a decision and leans forward, fanning the warmth of his breath over her neck as he goes to murmur into her ear,
“Now that I’ve had such a lovely dinner, may I take a closer look at the lovely dish?”
“It’s your birthday – you can do what you like.” Chen Guo manages to rasp out, the need that had been building within her making her throat dry. She can only keep her gaze on Wei Chen’s as she licks her lips, their eyes truly connecting for the first time this evening. Heat flares between the two as Wei Chen slowly reaches out and peels a piece of banana leaf off of Chen Guo’s thigh.
“Feels like I’m unwrapping another present…” He rasps out, pulling off another leaf.“If I can do what I like – I think I’d like it if you held still a while longer and let me thank you properly for such a lovely surprise.”
Chen Guo sucks in a breath at Wei Chen’s words and can only nod her head slightly. Can only watch him peel away the banana leaves at her collar bones, then the one on her belly. Her eyes – already slitted, close fully as he presses a careful kiss to her belly button, feeling the slow press of lips from her stomach up the valley between her breasts until he can use mouth, teeth, and tongue on her collarbones until her skin blooms pink with the blood brought to the surface under his dedicated ministrations, sensitive and flush. Her nipples draw into hard points beneath the shiso leaves covering them, at least until Wei Chen plucks the leaves off and begins to massage her breasts. The faint scratch of his beard across her skin has her panting shallowly, her back starting to arch into his touch – hoping for more.
“Aaaii—”
She moans as he finally wraps his lips around one of her nipples, tongue sweeping over the tip as he sucks with just enough pressure to have her hands twitching at her sides, resisting the urge to fly up and tangle in his hair. His hand tugs at her other nipple, pinching and teasing it until he switches sides, working her breasts until they ache sweetly and she can feel her arousal start to slick her labia.
“Please? More – please…”
Chen Guo moans quietly, hands clenching and unclenching restlessly at her sides. Thankfully, Wei Chen isn’t in the mood to tease her too badly, pausing his worship of her breasts to press a loving kiss to her mouth, the taste of sake faint on his tongue as it sweeps past her lips. Breaking the kiss, he shifts and moves to the foot of the table, taking a moment to rub his palms along her shins soothingly before reaching up far enough to pluck away the extravagant chrysanthemum covering her mons.
Setting it aside, he wraps his hands behind her knees and tugs her down the table, bending to press kisses from her belly down over her mons as he coaxes her legs apart. He takes his time, working over her abdomen in rows of kisses and light bites, leaving faint impressions of his teeth and faint scrapes from his stubble on her soft skin. Moving his attention further down, he pauses at the crease of her thigh to nuzzle the tender space before giving a light nip. His hands slide up her legs till he can rub his thumbs over her labia, parting them to press a kiss to the hood of her clit. Closing his mouth over her clit, he lightly rolls his tongue over it before licking down and in to her center.
Wei Chen has studied Chen Guo more ardently than he studied boss patterns before a dungeon run – he knows that she usually needs a slow build before introducing his fingers. Tonight, he finds her wet and ready -- her hips rolling up to meet his mouth. He briefly mouths at his own fingers before slipping one into her channel, crooking it upwards to rub gently along her walls.
“Ohh! Yesss…”
Wei Chen grins a little, feeling rather smug at how well he has learned his girlfriend. Slipping a second finger in to gently stretch her, mouth still soft and attentive on her clit, he sucks gently, tongue flicking gently, until her clit swells enough to push past the hood. Thrusting his fingers slowly, the slick sounds echo loudly in the quiet of the room, only broken up by the whimpers and small noises spilling from Chen Guo’s lips. His free hand drifts down to his lap to palm himself through his pants, his erection firming up quickly at the taste and sound of her. Lifting his head for a moment,
“You’re so good to me… Can I take you to bed?”
It takes a moment for Chen Guo to process what Wei Chen has said to her. She nods vigorously in response.
“Please, I want that.”
Wei Chen stands and extends a hand to her, pulling her to her feet and holding her steady as she finds her balance. She leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek, keeping his hand in hers as she hastily leads the way to her bed, eager to have him back between her thighs. They are silent on the short walk to the bedroom, the air tense and almost vibrating with anticipation, lust and need.
She crawls into bed as Wei Chen hurriedly strips out of his clothes, moving to kneel between her spread thighs as she pulls a condom and a small bullet vibrator out of the bedside drawer. Taking the condom from her, he tears open the wrapper and rolls it on, cock already hard after eating her out. Pressing closer, his body leaning down to cover her as he slowly pushes his hips forward, easing his way into her.
Chen Guo pants, her breath fanning Wei Chen’s neck as he penetrates her. The stretch is enough to have her clenching gently, his earlier ministrations leaving her ready and wanting. He barely pauses when their hips meet, already staring to withdraw as he begins to fuck her. The steady pace he sets is well-practiced – a lazy roll of his hips coupled followed by a sharp snap as their pubic bones meet, his belly grinding against her clit before he pulls back. She wraps her hand around his neck, nails scraping lightly at his back as she murmurs encouragement.
“So good – yesss – oh fuck, right there… please?”
They move together easily, the rocking of Wei Chen’s hips not enough to bring him to his own end even as he stokes the fire in her center with each thrust. Her orgasm builds gradually, winding like a cord drawing tighter and tighter in her stomach with each push of Wei Chen within her. He bites at her neck, careful to not leave a mark but letting her enjoy the sting of his teeth nonetheless. Chen Guo feels almost dizzy with need, pleasure sliding hot and liquid down her spine and pooling in her core. Little whimpers slip past her lips into Wei Chen’s ears as words start to fail her. She fumbles a little as she flicks on the bullet vibrator, snaking her hand down between their bodies to press the toy against her clit, impatience encouraging her to take matters into her own hands. The sudden added vibrations are enough to speed up her own climb toward orgasm. She starts to actively clench around Wei Chen – intensifying her own pleasure even as her contractions start to coax him closer to orgasm.
Wei Chen bucks sharply when he feels the rumbling through her, not expecting her to be so eager. Happy to go along with her plan, he speeds up the pace obligingly and starts to chase his own orgasm – their hips connecting with loud, lewd smacks as her juices squelch between them.
“So good for me, so hot – you feel so good… Gonna make yourself cum for me?”
He pants into her ear as he fucks her harder, hands gripping her hips firmly as he tugs her back onto his dick with each thrust. The vibrations of her toy combined with her clenching around his cock rapidly pushes him closer to orgasm. He bites his lip hard – the pain staving off his own climax a little longer, hoping to make Chen Guo finish first.
“Go ahead, make yourself cum! Fuck — shit — I’m so close… Wanna see you finish for me please?”
Wei Chen isn’t above begging, his voice cracking a little as he pleads with her. His balls pull closer to his body every time he buries himself within her, his orgasm bubbling up from within.
“Oh — Oh — yes, I’m close too… Keep going!”
Chen Guo ramps up the speed on the vibrator – her orgasm crawling up her spine like electricity crackling along a power line. She clenches her belly tightly, the sensation of Wei Chen’s cock filling her making her orgasm start to crest like a wave.
“Yes! Fuck — I’m gonna, Don’t stop please!!”
Her orgasm rises up from her toes to her head as all the muscles in her legs tense and flex, her back bowing upwards to press her breasts to Wei Chen’s chest as her mind lights up like new year sparklers. She can vaguely hear herself cry out as she cums, her eyes slamming shut as everything dissolves into bright white and pure pleasure. She knows her orgasm triggers his own end, as she can feel him jerk and shudder above her, his hips stuttering to a stop as he curses loudly.
He reaches a hand down between their bodies to grab and turn off the bullet vibe – the sensations becoming too much too quickly, risking making them both too sensitive in the aftermath. Resting his forehead against hers, she opens her eyes to gaze at him, sure that the fond smile on his face is mirrored on her own.
“Happy Birthday Wei Chen”