Page 50 of He Is My Bride

The next day was the party day, and traditionally also the day when married daughters went to visit their parents. Modernly, husbands would come to visit their in-laws on this day as well.

But Li Ying and Hanjun were being homebodies again, Li Ying having dragged himself from bed by the time Hanjun was back from his morning qi gong session in the park.

Not that Li Ying had managed to dress up or anything, hanging out draped only in his briefs and his blanket in the kitchen, eating pudding for breakfast, and negotiating his dress with Anne over the phone.

“Don’t worry too much about the theme, it’s not a costume party,” Anne advised when Li Ying asked her about the twenties theme.

“It’s enough if your dress is simply inspired.

You should actually wear the qipao again.

We can pay homage to the twenties’ Shanghai instead of going full Hollywood.

Subvert people’s expectations, you know. ”

“Right, because no one else except the Wus and the Wangs have seen it on me?”

“Exactly, so it’s not like you would be seen by the wider audience in the same dress on consecutive functions, which would obviously be a no-no.

Also, this is the perfect chance to show off mine and Huang Xiang’s first collaboration to what I assume will be the biggest fashion spenders in Shanghai. If you care.”

“Of course I care! I will tell everyone there who made and designed it and make you two many future clients!”

“Thank you. If you could promote us a little, that would go a long way.”

“It shall be my main mission tonight!”

“As for styling, let me think… Can I call you back later?”

Li Ying was now getting distracted, looking at Hanjun, who was shaking up a protein smoothie in the kitchen.

He had been to the apartment complex’s private gym after doing qi gong it seemed: his lean muscles were pumped and had a low sheen from sweat.

He was wearing a tight gray t-shirt, a sweat towel hung over his shoulders, navy sweatpants, and he was banging.

“Li Ying?”

“…Sorry, my husband is being sexy.”

Hanjun sent him a look as if he were going to chide him for being ridiculous. Li Ying smacked little kisses his way, and he rolled his eyes and drank his shake.

Anne sighed. “I’ll call you back, then.”

“Thanks, sista’ .” Li Ying hung up and waddled over to Hanjun, hugging him and wrapping him inside his blanket too.

“Don’t. I’m sweaty.”

“Then let’s shower together.”

After showering they hung out on the couch in their bathrobes, seeing no reason to dress up before they would have to get ready for the night.

“You know, I think we could tell Amy about us.” Li Ying put forth while laying idly on top of Hanjun.

“Do you think she already might suspect we have a relationship?” Hanjun asked.

“Maybe. I mean, she asked if I had someone right after asking whether you knew about me dressing up as a girl. She had some kind of thought process there, she’s smart.”

“And you trust she wouldn’t tell anybody?”

“Not if her life depended on it.” Li Ying trusted his foster sister fully.

“Of course it’s not the same as being able to tell my whole family, or being able to take you to meet them as my husband on days like these, when every couple is visiting their in-laws.

But it would be nice if I could tell someone. ”

Hanjun felt like a knife was being twisted in his heart. He kissed and caressed Li Ying’s hair. “I’m sorry. I really wish I could.” Hanjun couldn’t put his finger on why he felt like his words were empty.

Li Ying put his head back on Hanjun’s chest. “I keep daydreaming about it, how funny is that? Just making up scenarios in my head of how it might go. Indulge me: what would you do if Mrs. Qian called me a faggot?”

Hanjun frowned. “Why is that part of your scenario?”

“I try to make them realistic.”

“I would tell her she shouldn’t call you that.”

“ How would you tell her?”

“…Politely.”

“But with that look on your face, like, ‘I won’t ask twice?’”

Hanjun didn’t know what to say to that.

Li Ying’s phone rang: Anne.

” ‘Sup , ” Li Ying answered in his casual Brooklyn accent.

“I have a plan for you.” Straight to business. “Do you have something to take notes with?”

“No.”

“Go get some pen and paper then.”

“I’m being cozy.” Li Ying curled up on Hanjun’s chest.

“Please move,” Hanjun said, “you’re heavy. ”

Li Ying rolled off to lay next to Hanjun, put his phone on the speaker, and placed it between Hanjun’s pecs to free his hands for hugging him.

“Listen carefully, then!” Anne said. “A representative from a local Chanel store will shortly deliver you a long black pearl string. They were still closed for the New Year holidays, but I made some calls—”

“As you do, boss.” Li Ying grinned, hearing how pleased Anne sounded, even if she had had to pull strings in the middle of the night East Coast time.

“Anyway,” Anne went on, “combine that with the red tassel earrings. I employed a shopper to find you some dress gloves, preferably short. I told him we prefer sheer ones, maybe with polka dots, but let’s see what he turns up with.

Try them on, take pictures and run them through me first before agreeing to keep them. ”

“U-huh.”

“I also told him to get a black or red purse with a fringe of some kind, if he can find one. For the twenties vibe, without looking too costumey. I didn’t tell the shopper who I’m working for because I don’t trust anyone anymore, although he will realize once he delivers, but I let him know which event they’re for and he seemed to understand the gravity of the situation… and so did I.”

“Anne, promise me you will also sleep tonight?”

“Unlikely. I’m having a big cup of coffee right now, and I’m trying to reach someone from Shanghai…

You know, usually for events of this caliber, we stylists try to coordinate with each other so that no client will end up wearing the same thing?

It usually takes weeks at least , and now you’re calling me on the same day and putting us both in a situation. Did you not know about this party?”

Li Ying slapped Hanjun right on the tit. There was a loud smack and a firm little jiggle as his toned pectoral took the punishment. Hanjun flinched, letting out a quietly grunt, and blushed.

“What was that?” Anne’s voice asked from between Hanjun’s pectorals .

“I’m spanking my lousy husband’s tits because he didn’t tell me about the party earlier! He must have known for weeks!”

“…You know what, give him another one for me.” Anne didn’t know she was on speaker.

Li Ying happily obliged, slapping Hanjun on the other pectoral as they were both readily on offer with his bathrobe lying open. Hanjun took it with a muffled gasp, his blush deepening and creeping all the way down to his smooth chest, where both of his nipples now stood erect.

Hanjun couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed Li Ying’s playful punishments.

“We’re good though, as your qipao is one of a kind,” Anne said. “No one will be wearing the exact same dress, at least. I expect you’ll be standing a lot, so go for the three-inch-three black suede heels.”

“My feet and I thank you.” Li Ying took up the phone, slid his leg over Hanjun’s hip and sat up on top of him, another hand landing on Hanjun’s flushed breast. Hanjun swallowed, looking up at him with quite adorable eyes.

“Hmm. It needs a fur shawl.” Anne was at home, having woken up to Li Ying’s call, and she was in her night robes as well, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and her laptop open, sketching the look on paper on the fly to see what was missing.

She had no idea her clients were getting frisky on the other end of the phone.

“It’ll make the silhouette. I’ll call the shopper and tell him to add that to the list. Rental is fine, too. ”

Li Ying gently rolled Hanjun’s nipple between his fingers. “Fancy.”

Hanjun was pressing his lips tightly together, his blush yet deepening across his cheeks as he succumbed to the feeling of submission again, letting Li Ying top from the bottom.

“I’ll book you a stylist for a home visit to do your hair and makeup, we want to get it right,” Anne said. “I’ll leave it up to the professional what to do with you, just do as they say.”

“ Got it, boss. ” Li Ying’s mobster accent was on point .

“And run everything regarding clothes and accessories through me and do not deviate from the plan! This is the biggest one yet, and we need to nail it! And for heaven’s sake Li Ying, don’t get into another fight, please?

” Anne begged. “You will enter with a reputation as it is and need to work hard to leave a decent impression on your future social circle, do you understand?”

“If the bitches behave, I won’t need to correct them.”

Li Ying flicked his finger against Hanjun’s erect nipple, making the man jolt and gasp. Li Ying grinned uncontrollably at the juicy reactions Hanjun was giving him.

“Anyway, I need to get back to punishing my husband for his sloppiness. I’ll video call you when the shopper delivers.”

“…Have fun.” Anne hung up, finally figuring out she might have called at a bad time.

“See what you’ve done, hm?” Li Ying threw away the phone and got both of his hands on Hanjun’s pecs, rubbing them. “Making people run around like headless chickens for you. Luckily you can pay them for it, huh?” Li Ying looked carefully at Hanjun’s expression, to see if the man minded the scolding.

Hanjun didn’t mind at all. He had a heady look in his eyes, biting his lips together, looking like he greatly enjoyed it, in fact. Just like on the phone weeks ago. Li Ying was more than happy to give him more of that which he liked:

“You dummy!” Li Ying gave Hanjun’s pec another sound slap, making it jiggle, and the man grunt again behind his tightly pressed lips.

Hanjun closed his eyes with his brows knit together in a beautifully tormented frown. Li Ying paused to rub Hanjun’s chest, kneading his thumbs over his now sensitive nipples before delivering another slap on the other pectoral, slightly harder this time.

“What a lousy husband!”

“Mh…!” Hanjun managed to suppress that next moan as well, but he had to open his mouth to gasp for breath right after. Li Ying felt th e man’s erection poking at his buttocks from where it peeked out of his bathrobe. He was responding so well.

“I’m sorry…” Hanjun whispered, opening his eyes halfway.

“I know, you silly man.” Li Ying gave him another hard slap on the tit. The gasp escaped Hanjun’s lips this time, his eyes closing briefly before he blinked them open again, long lashes fluttering.

“You know you have been silly, don’t you?” Li Ying coaxed.

“…Yes.” Hanjun’s voice, barely more than a whisper, trembled with lust.

“Good.” Li Ying slapped again, making Hanjun’s cock drool precum on him while the man gasped, even letting a moan escape him.

Li Ying lifted his own robe to set his hole over Hanjun’s glans. Li Ying was still loose and slick from earlier, ready to take it.

“Such a beautiful man,” Li Ying kept going, “but not always with thoughts in that pretty head of his, is he?” he teased, rolling his warm, wet hole around Hanjun’s sopping tip.

Li Ying felt it throb against his entrance and saw a lustful glaze come over Hanjun’s eyes while he desperately strained to keep his hips from bucking, body shaking from need.

“Pretty and with so much money, and with such a big dick, you can afford to be a little silly sometimes.”

Li Ying began lowering himself on Hanjun’s cock. The filling of his ass was so blissful he had to close his eyes when they threatened to roll up in his head. He bit his lip to not moan so loud—he was trying to be in charge.

“It’s all yours…” Hanjun hissed in bliss while his cock was allowed to sink back into Li Ying’s snug warmth.

“What is, Hanjun?” Li Ying stopped midway to roll his hips on it, feeling how Hanjun’s rod gently moved right over his prostate . “What is mine?”

“My dick. My money… ”

“U-huh?” I see. Freaky Hanjun, Li Ying thought lovingly. “Yes.” Li Ying braced himself. “Your dick is mine.”

He sat down and bottomed out on Hanjun’s cock, enjoying the feeling of being full, his guts shoved around by the sheer length of Hanjun as he took it all the way.

Hanjun could no longer hold back his moans, and the way he was throbbing inside him made Li Ying think the man must have been close to coming already. It had really turned Hanjun on to be bullied like this. The thought of his fiancé being such a freak was making Li Ying’s head rush.

“And your money is mine, little man Wu!” He really likes pretending I’m using him financially? He’s so weird—I love it!

Li Ying began fucking Hanjun’s cock, moving his hips to get it just the way he liked, making it rub on that sweet spot that brought him the most pleasure.

“A-ah…! Such a lousy husband! G-give it to me!” Li Ying haphazardly slapped Hanjun’s pec again.

“Yes…!” Hanjun grabbed Li Ying’s thighs and began moving his hips up to meet him, sending their bodies together repeatedly with violently pleasurable slams of their flesh. “Anything you want…”

Li Ying was getting thoroughly done now and had to fight to get a word out between his obscene moans, “I-I don’t care if you messed up, you dummy, you pay for it anyway… Ah!”

Hanjun fucked him harder, determined and ready to cum.

“Hnnh! M-my… Hanjun, I love you… Ah!” Li Ying still came first, Hanjun’s cock too good to stand.

Li Ying almost passed out from the power of his orgasm, but Hanjun didn’t stop fucking him through it while the man’s own cock was shooting another load into Li Ying.

By the time Hanjun was done depositing, Li Ying was oversensitive and collapsed forward on his chest. Hanjun hugged and kissed him, still trying to catch his own breath .

“…Wow.” Li Ying managed. “I didn’t think I could still cum so hard today. My husband is a freak.”

“It’s just play, okay?” Hanjun assured. “I don’t believe you really think that way about me.”

“Yeah, I know. You actually do pay for everything though, but I would love you even if you were broke. I still don’t care about any of that stuff.”

“Mm. I know. I love you.” Hanjun kept kissing Li Ying’s face. “I will still give you everything you want.” It would be Hanjun’s pleasure to.

“If it makes my husband happy and turns him on so much, I won’t say no. So…” Li Ying lifted his head and looked Hanjun in the eyes, grinning playfully, “Husband, give your wife everything!”

Hanjun pulled him down into a kiss.

He would.