This Is Not Goodbye

"Ah Yue," Wang Li moaned and panted against his lips, "Slow down, my love."

"No, must not waste time," Ying Yue pulled back to remove his own clothing and pulled at Wang Li's bottoms.

He quickly climbed onto the bed and straddled an amused husband, who pulled him closer. He wanted a deep kiss but got a slow dirty one. He wanted fast and hard but received slow and needy.

"Ah Li," Ying Yue tried to thrust up when his husband flipped them, but Wang Li was pressed hip to hip.

"I know you wish to rush, my love," his husband spoke softly and pushed his strands away from his face, "I wish to remember you like this. Would you let me?"

The blonde shut his eyes as his heart hurt and his eyes watered.

"I will miss you," he whispered, "Please do not forget me."

"Never, my beautiful wife," Wang Li kissed his lips gently and smiled down at him, "You are mine. Any world, any life, any time, we will always find one another. My heart is yours."