Spice_Sprinkles

“If you understand Gao Zhun, then you should know. Fan Chi’s love never changed. And off set, I’ve always loved you too.”

BL fandom the rest of the week:

His​ back is soft and angled beneath Zhang Zhun's fingertips. The air smells of sex and satisfaction – his, but Zhang Zhun rides it too. He can't help it.

He isn't going anywhere. Even as both their breaths slow. As more orders reverberate around them. Swift drumming of footsteps.

But Zhen Xin is the senior and he's not moving. The worry flits through him and past, unable to take hold.

It's nice, the weight atop him. The fabric has slipped and he can feel nigh on everything. Not the cushy safety of a pillow, but firm thigh. Warm skin.

He mourns their peace when it's broken. Someone familiar enough to touch Zhen Xin. Rouse him.

The weight lifts. Protection evaporates. Zhang Zhun's lids crack and he's back beneath the greedy eye of the camera.

Still straddled. Loyal assistant standing by, politely averting his gaze. His fingers clutch for robe and sheets. To hide. To erase.

"Hold still. I'll take care of it." Zhen Xin. Hands cold, wet, and cleansing. In a few moments it's gone; all that's left the stinging between his thighs.

Blurring the lines between acting and reality

"After all, I'm your Dr. Fang"