Page 100 of He Is My Bride
“Mm. A meeting starting soon.”
“Can you just keep me in your pocket?” Hanjun was quiet, so Li Ying explained, “Like, just keep the line open, you can mute me if you want, I just want to… You know?”
Hanjun didn’t know, but he had thought of something else, “I do have you in my pocket.”
“Huh?”
“The tea pet you gave me. I carry it.”
“Everywhere you go?”
“Mm.”
“Hanjun…”You absolute dork!
“You’re here. I’m touching you.”
“You’re touching me?” Li Ying imagined Hanjun petting the little ceramic rooster in his pocket in the middle of a meeting, thinking about him. That made Li Ying feel better and less lonely. “Okay, I think I can sleep then. Promise to keep petting me?”
“Mm, doing it now.”
Li Ying bit his lip. “How would you touch me if it were a real little Li Ying in your pocket?”
Another bout of silence. Did Hanjun get it? Li Ying could imagine Hanjun blushing at the thought if he did, looking around discreetly to see if any of his co-workers noticed. Li Ying hadn’t touched himself once since their parting, but now he felt a warm excitement surge about his loins and took his hand candidly around his member.
“Hanjun, little Li Ying in your pocket is touching himself. He’s naked. And super horny.” Li Ying threw the blanket over his head and imagined being in Hanjun’s pocket at work.
“I—Just a second,” Hanjun said to someone else. “I have to go now.”
Li Ying only moaned into the phone in response, imagining how Hanjun must have been flustering.
And so Hanjun was, his face turning red, and he really,reallydidn’t want to go to this meeting. Hanjun let go of the little clay rooster in his pocket to dig out his wireless earbuds from his suitcase and connected them to his phone while putting one in his other ear.
“You’re in my earbud now, I can’t talk to you but you can… You can talk to me.”
“Yeah? Are we going to a very important meeting?” Li Ying mewed in his nasal voice, masturbating himself leisurely.
“Mm.”
“You’re so naughty, right in front of everyone, listening to me moan while I touch myself. Ah…! Mmh, I want you to touch me…”
“I am touching you,” Hanjun mumbled.
“Yeah? …Oh, Hanjun, touching methere?!So kinky!”
Hanjun didn’t respond. He must have been in the meeting room now; Li Ying could hear the odd voice here and there, someone talking farther in the background. He went on:
“Ah, ah—Ha-Hanjun is touching my cock! Oh, poor Li Ying is so hard! It’s getting wet, Hanjun…” Li Ying got no response, but he knew Hanjun must have been getting a rush out of it, listening to his boyfriend moan into his earbud while trying to sit in a meeting as if nothing was happening.
Over at the meeting, Hanjun took out his phone under the table and typed:
“Are you getting hard for me?” Li Ying teased through the earbud. “Oh, naughty,naughtyJunjun! What if someone sees your cock getting hard in your pants in the middle of a meeting… It’s so big, too, no way you’re hiding it.”
Li Ying stroked himself faster, the thought of Hanjun doing something this rowdy at work driving him crazy. Each stroke of his hand was sending a dangerously pleasurable wave through his loins, threatening to take him to the edge way too soon.
Hanjun messaged.
“You’re putting your…? Right, inside me? Wait.”
