Jiyong laughed, gums flashing at Zitao's flustered movement for his belt, and then at his retort. "Fuck that. The only ass I'm wiping is my own kid's." Because yes, despite his largely fucked up life, it was still Jiyong's wildest dream to one day have a family and be a father, to spoil his children rotten and give them everything he never had.
But first thing was first: survive tonight.
He let Zitao struggle with getting undressed the rest of the way, turning to undo the fastening on his own pants to slip them off and fold them neatly on top of the duffel bag. Left in his boxers and the extra t-shirt he'd thrown on in haste before going into the pharmacy earlier, he crawled onto one side of the bed, a sigh leaving his lips as he let his head hit the pillow. "Hurry up," he said quietly, one hand reaching to cup around the curve of Zitao's waist. "I need something to curl up to."
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Date: 2015-05-06 08:43 pm (UTC)But first thing was first: survive tonight.
He let Zitao struggle with getting undressed the rest of the way, turning to undo the fastening on his own pants to slip them off and fold them neatly on top of the duffel bag. Left in his boxers and the extra t-shirt he'd thrown on in haste before going into the pharmacy earlier, he crawled onto one side of the bed, a sigh leaving his lips as he let his head hit the pillow. "Hurry up," he said quietly, one hand reaching to cup around the curve of Zitao's waist. "I need something to curl up to."