From Qingdao, with love (for minchievous) - 2/2
part 1
Epilogue
"Baby, are you ready?"
Zitao is sitting cross legged on the floor in front of his open suitcase, and at Junmyeon's question he pouts. "No, I still don't know what to take! How am I meant to know what to pack if I don't know where we're going!"
Junmyeon has planned a trip away for Zitao's birthday, but he's refused to tell him the location. Zitao both loves and hates surprises - loves them because they're exciting and fun, but hates them in instances like now, where he doesn't know whether to pack warm or cold weather clothing.
It hasn't helped that Junmyeon packed his own suitcase days ago, locking it up, and not allowing Zitao to look at the contents.
"I told you, it doesn't matter. If you need anything we can always buy it. Just make sure you have your passport." He looks pointedly at his watch. "You better hurry up - we're going to miss our flight."
"Fine, fine." Zitao does another quick survey of his suitcase and sighs, deciding it'll have to do. If they're actually flying - the passport might just be a trick to throw him off track - he hopes that Junmyeon has purchased enough luggage allowance because he's taken everything he can think of. A warm coat, scarf, gloves, swimming trunks, shorts, tank tops, sandals. Everything.
When they're in the taxi, Zitao's excitement starts to build when Junmyeon requests the driver take them to the airport. There's only a handful of locations Zitao can go without a visa, and considering the choice of airport, he suspects he knows where that is.
"Are we going to Qingdao?" he asks excitedly when they enter through the sliding doors. "It's Qingdao, isn't it?"
Junmyeon shakes his head at him. "You'll find out soon."
It's Qingdao.
Zitao crows in excitement when they check in, and Junmyeon just gives him a fond, abet slightly exasperated, look when he shouts, "I knew it!" making everyone around them turn to look at them.
"You don't know everything," he's told, and Junmyeon takes his hand to lead him away from the counter because he's too busy beaming at the check in officer and rhapsodising about his hometown.
They spend a few days in Qingdao, staying with Zitao's parents, who're happy to see them and impressed with the progress of Junmyeon's Mandarin. Their days are happy and relaxed, the total opposite of the last time Zitao was there, and Junmyeon sticks to the agreement they'd made before they left - only checking his phone and email twice a day. He's learning to relinquish his control more - he has good staff and he can rely on them - and it makes them happier too, knowing that he trusts them to take care of things.
But the day before Zitao's birthday, Junmyeon says to him, "Okay. Pack your stuff. We're going."
"What? But I thought we had more time before we head back?"
Junmyeon just gives him a secretive smile.
They spend Zitao's birthday in Dalian, a relaxed city on the Liaodong Peninsula with a beautiful coastline and lovely beaches. There's a lazy birthday brunch, followed by a birthday swim, some birthday shopping, and the day is topped off with birthday dinner.
After dinner they walk back to their hotel. Zitao's flushed from the wine they'd had at dinner and from how special he's felt all day, and he swings Junmyeon's hand happily as they walk.
When they're back in their room, Junmyeon asks, "Did you have a good birthday, baby?" as he presses a kiss to his neck, running his hands up Zitao's back to pull him closer.
Zitao nods, breaths starting to come more heavily as Junmyeon's kisses move slowly and teasingly along his jawline. Zitao loves birthdays, loves the concept of having an entire day where everyone focuses on him, and this has been one of the best he's ever had. He still can't believe that Junmyeon managed to organise this whole trip - just for him.
Junmyeon coaxes Zitao's lips open with his, slides his tongue in, slowly coaxing him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. "Lie down," he says, voice low, "I want to take care of you."
The look in his eyes makes Zitao shiver in anticipation and he sinks on to the bed obediently.
Junmyeon undresses him slowly, gaze intense as if he's drinking in every inch of skin that's being exposed. When Zitao is bare, Junmyeon strips himself, and then climbs on to the bed between his legs.
"Look at you," Junmyeon tells him, stroking his fingers up the firm line of Zitao's thighs. "You're gorgeous." Zitao whimpers when he presses a light kiss to the tip of his cock, opening his eyes to see Junmyeon gazing up at him in amusement. "You're so easy for me."
"Don't tease me - it's my birthday," Zitao reminds him, a little petulantly, and Junmyeon laughs a little.
"Sorry, baby." Junmyeon follows his words by licking up his shaft, from the base to the tip, lapping at his precome already gathered at his slit. Zitao's wound up already, and when Junmyeon sucks the head in, he lets out a helpless moan. Junmyeon guides one of Zitao's hands to his hair, holds it there until Zitao grips it tightly, pulls off just to tell him, "C'mon baby, this is for you. Watch me."
Zitao watches, right into Junmyeon's eyes as he swallows his length down, bobbing his head up and down as his tongue swirls hot and wet, and it's too much, too fast. There's no more slow, there's no more teasing, Junmyeon knows exactly what to do to get Zitao off, and he's using everything that he has. Zitao's arousal sits heavily in his belly, building quickly under Junmyeon's talented mouth, every sensation amplified as he skates closer and closer to the edge.
Zitao's body locks up as he comes, head thrown back and back arched, and Junmyeon keeps his mouth on him the whole time, sucking him clean.
When Zitao manages to open his eyes, he finds Junmyeon hovering above him, his own cock, hard and heavy, in his cock. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," Junmyeon tells him as he strokes himself, hand twisting around his erection.
Zitao licks his lips, says, "Please," opening his mouth, and Junmyeon's eyes darken.
"You're too much," he tells him, but it's not an insult, not when he's moving further up his body and straddling his shoulders. Junmyeon presses the tip between Zitao's lips as he continues to jerk off, each movement making the head of his cock slap against Zitao's tongue.
Zitao welcomes the warm, salty spurts when he finally comes, swallows it all and wants more. Junmyeon immediately dips down to kiss him, tasting himself in Zitao's mouth, and Zitao clutches at him. Junmyeon allows himself to be moved until they're curled together, lets Zitao cling to him as he murmurs quietly, "I love you. Hope you had a good day. I love you so much."
Zitao doesn't have enough words inside him to express how much he loves this man, so filled with love for him that he could float into the forever of space. He holds him tightly, telling him in return, "I love you," even though the words seem meaningless compared to the emotion he feels, and he promises himself that he's never going to let go.