The suite in Vegas was a different thing entirely from New York.

Bigger, louder in its design, the kind of room that wanted you to know it was a suite.

High ceilings, floor to ceiling windows with the Strip blazing below, and in the corner of the main room, separated by a low partition of frosted glass, a private hot tub sitting lit and steaming like it had been waiting all evening for someone to make a bad decision.

Guiying saw it the moment they walked in.

He stopped.

"No, don’t think about it.." Liuxian said.

"I didn’t say anything.." Guiying said.

"You were about to."

Guiying turned to him with the carefully composed expression of someone who was three whiskies deep and working very hard to appear otherwise. "The hot tub is already on," he said reasonably. "It would be a waste not to use it. That’s just basic economics."

Liuxian looked at him.

"The hot tub is hot," Guiying continued, with great patience. "Which opens the pores. Which is good for the skin." He gestured at his own face. "I have skin, Liuxian."

"Getting into a hot tub while drunk isn’t going to sober you up, you’ll get dehydrated. Alcohol is diuretic.." Liuxian said.

"I’m not trying to sober up," Guiying said. "I’m trying to use the hot tub. These are different goals. Plus it’s not like I’m going to sleep there.."

He was already moving toward it.

Liuxian watched him go with the expression of a man who had calculated that this particular battle was not worth the energy required to win it.

He followed him still.

The water was hot enough to feel like a decision.

Guiying sank into it up to his shoulders and made a sound of profound satisfaction, his head tipping back against the edge, the lights of the Strip blurring pleasantly beyond the windows. Everything had a slightly soft quality to it that he was choosing to find enjoyable rather than alarming.

"Get in," he said.

"I’m fine here," Liuxian said. He’d settled on the edge of the tub, jacket off, his trousers rolled to the knee, feet in the water.

Watching Guiying with the patient attention of someone keeping an eye on a situation.

"You’re barely in.." Guiying said.

"I’m in enough."

Guiying looked at him.

Then at the water.

Then back at Liuxian with the considering expression of someone deciding whether to make this a project.

He let it go, which was itself a sign of the whiskey, and leaned back and looked at the ceiling.

The hot tub had jets. He found the button for them after some exploration and spent a considerable amount of time with his back against one, eyes closed, talking.

He wasn’t entirely tracking what he was saying. It came out in a loose, unhurried stream. Something about the blackjack dealer and the logic of card counting, then to the Klimt at the museum and the square format he still intended to try, even talking about Wang Chengli and how the man always somehow knew things before they happened and whether that was skill or something more unsettling.

Liuxian sat on the edge with his feet in the water and said very little and listened. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

This was, Guiying had noticed in a vague and comfortable way, something Liuxian was good at. Listening without filling the space. Letting things be said without turning them into a conversation if a conversation wasn’t what was needed.

He was thinking about saying this out loud when something else occurred to him.

He opened his eyes.

He pushed off from the jet wall and swam the short distance across the tub, stopping in the water right between Liuxian’s legs, his arms resting on the edge on either side of him, looking up.

"Are you having a good time?" he said.

Liuxian looked down at him.

The lights from the Strip were coming through the windows behind Guiying, catching in the water, moving across his face.

"Yes," Liuxian said. Something easy in his expression, unhurried. "It’s quite fun watching you make a fool of yourself. You’re usually too prideful to do these silly things."

Guiying considered this.

"I’m not making a fool of myself," he said. "I’m being relaxed. Those are different."

"Are they?"

"Yes." Guiying held his gaze. Then slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted. His tongue moved briefly over his lips, deliberate and unhurried. "And i know how to make it even better."

His hands found the waistband of Liuxian’s trousers.

Liuxian looked at him for a moment.

Then he leaned back, slow and easy, bracing his weight behind him, and gave him access.

Because he knew, with complete clarity, what Guiying wanted.

And drunk or not, Xue Guiying always knew exactly what he was doing.

Guiying licked his lips like he had just received a delicious snack.

"It’s huge, was this really in me?"

"Backing off now?"

Guiying gave him a knowing smile, and gave his dick one long stroke.

"I never run away from a snack. Just seeing it gives me indecent thoughts.."

After that, he opened his mouth and took Liuxian’s dick in.

He had never given anyone a blow job before and even when he was with Shen Zihao in his past life, he wouldn’t dare to put his dick in his mouth after he nearly bit it off the last time.

He still wished he had bitten that bastard’s dick off then.

So now, he basically had no experience and he only hoped he could recreate the same sensation he felt when Liuxian gave him one.

"Your mouth’s so warm.." Liuxian let out, stroking Guiying’s chin.

That was when Guiying realized all of Liuxian’s attention was on him.

He felt blood rush south, seeing Liuxian’s horny expression was just too sexy.

"Take me deeper, slowly...and don’t use your teeth. Try to remember what I did for you.." Liuxian voice had slight edge to it.

The damp warmth of Guiying’s mouth elicited a rhyme of groans and growls, Liuxian’s hand automatically resuming stroking Guiying’s hair.

Guiying tensed for a moment when the hand landed on his head but he settled a moment later and resumed licking up and down the length of Liuxian’s dick, his jaw becoming sore quickly.

"Fuck.." Liuxian gasped when Guiying suddenly took him far down his throat, he didnt think Guiying could go that far.

His breathing became ragged, hissing through his pleasure while he grabbed Guiying’s hair tighter, his head acrhcing back in bliss.