Something to alleviate the pain from yesterdays fic. This is just pure established relationship fluff.
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Zhao Yunlan thought he had seen Shen Wei relaxed and at ease around him. He saw him without his glasses, without the suit jacket and sometimes with his shirt untucked and wrongly buttoned. He saw Shen Wei in sleeping clothes and even naked, but nothing, nothing at all could have prepared him for the sight that met Zhao Yunlan when he entered his apartment. Their apartment, with how many nights Shen Wei had spent there ever since they got together.
It happened a lot that Zhao Yunlan came home and found Shen Wei bend over some papers, grading one thing or another. It almost seemed like he had given up his office in favor of working from the comfortable couch at their home, not that Zhao Yunlan minded, not at all. He loved seeing Shen Wei, no matter where and when.
But today Zhao Yunlan freezes right at the door at the sight that meets him once he opens the door. Of course, it only takes Shen Wei a moment to notice that something is obviously wrong when Zhao Yunlan doesn’t immediately go over and kiss him hello.
“What's wrong?” he asks, papers forgotten on the table as he gets up. His face shows the faint lines Zhao Yunlan has associated with worry, an impending fight, and some pain that will no doubt be stoically taken by Shen Wei. Zhao Yunlan hates those lines.
“Nothing,” he quickly reassurs him but he can't take his eyes off Shen Wei, which does nothing to relax him.
“Something is bothering you. Tell me what's wrong,” Shen Wei demands, and a hint of the Black Coated Envoy authority slips into his voice.
Zhao Yunlan laughs, always ready to use that stalling technique when he needs it, and quickly thinks about possible answers. He can't claim work, because Shen Wei would have heard of anything going on there and Zhao Yunlan damn well knows Old Chu keeps informing Shen Wei about anything. It would take Shen Wei only a minute to confirm that nothing is going on at work. But that practically depletes the excuses Zhao Yunlan can come up with. He needs a more varied social circle, that much is clear. He doesn’t even have any friends outside of the SID.
So Zhao Yunlan decides to go for the truth.
“It's you,” he says with a little shrug, avoiding direct eye-contact, but as soon as his gaze drops, he realizes there is no safe place to look.
“Me,” Shen Wei repeats tonelessly, blinking fast two times in a row and Zhao Yunlan hates that look with a passion because it means Shen Wei has been hurt when he hadn't expected it and doesn't know how to cover it up.
“The way you look,” Zhao Yunlan quickly tacks on, but it doesn't help the situation if the confused crease on Shen Wei’s forehead is anything to go by.
“The way I—look,” Shen Wei repeats again and looks down at himself, clearly trying to figure out what exactly Zhao Yunlan is taking exception to. “Is there something wrong with the way I look?”
“Not at all,” Zhao Yunlan breathlessly says, and Shen Wei quirks an eyebrow at him, asking without actually voicing any words.
“It's just—Look at you,” Zhao Yunlan says with awe. “I thought I saw you relaxed before but this—,” he trails off here, not really knowing what to say.
This is melting his brain a little, if he's being honest.
“That is my sweater,” is what he eventually comes out with when Shen Wei just waits him out and Shen Wei self-consciously drags the sleeves down even more. Zhao Yunlan wonders if this is how he will die.
“I didn't think you would mind,” Shen Wei says carefully, and Zhao Yunlan laughs, loud and happy, at that.
“I truly don’t mind. I doubt I ever could. Look at you,” Zhao Yunlan can't help but say again with so much reverence that it puts some colour on Shen Wei’s normally too pale face.
“In my slightly too big sweater with sleeping pants and without socks,” Zhao Yunlan finally manages to put into words.
Shen Wei looks down at his feet, wriggling his bare toes a bit and yep, this is it. Zhao Yunlan has finally met his end.
“It's—good?” Shen Wei asks as if this could ever be anything else.
“It looks like you belong. Here in this apartment, to me. Like you want to be. Be here and be mine.” Zhao Yunlan can’t help the possessive note that slips into his voice, but it doesn’t seem like Shen Wei minds that at all
“I do. You know that,” Shen Wei says immediately, and Zhao Yunlan can’t help himself. He just has to step forward, reaching out to pull Shen Wei in by the too long hem of the sweater and kiss the breath right out of him.
“I know,” Zhao Yunlan whispers against Shen Wei’s lips, smiles into the next kiss and slides a hand underneath the sweater. He is absolutely delighted to find that Shen Wei isn't wearing anything else underneath.
He's finally shedding his layers around Zhao Yunlan and it does things to him.
“I love you,” Zhao Yunlan tells him. It’s not the first time he said the words, but they might have never been this breathless, never with this much overflowing feeling in them.
“If I had known that barefoot would be a thing for you, I’d have done it earlier,” Shen Wei teases but he leans into the hand Zhao Yunlan still has on his back, as he rests their foreheads together.
“I love you too,” Shen Wei whispers before Zhao Yunlan can deny a kink for bare feet in general and admit to a general kink for Shen Wei and his everything instead. It would have been embarrassing but Zhao Yunlan doubts Shen Wei would hold it against him.
Going by the way Shen Wei huffs out an amused laughter he knows it anyway.
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