I Prefer Your Voice

When he woke, Wang Li was still asleep. Smiling and pressing a kiss on the man's crown, Ying Yue moved out of bed. Seeing the guqin, he smiled and sat down to run his fingers over the strings. He looked out the window to see birds flying. Looking back down, he plucked a string before plucking more. As he played a part of his song he wrote for his husband, he was startled when he felt warmth pressed to his back.

Wang Li's hand was placed over his, lightly following his movements as he plucked the silken strings. He felt a small nibble against the tip of his ear and he flushed.

"My dear beautiful wife," the sound of huskiness in his king's voice made him shiver, "I thought you left me."

"You are my husband, Ah Li. I will never leave yo- ah," Ying Yue trembled when hands caressed his body.