6
Ever since he saw Bai Yao being able to partially transform only his tail out, Mu Mu’er would ask for Bai Yao to give him his tail to play every few days or so.
When Bai Yao’s attention is divided, his tail would be shuddering by reflex – the tip of the tail would flip a little by itself, which Mu Mu’er finds incredibly fun.
In the dead of winter, he’s also using the tail as a makeshift scarf. It’s really warm to wrap around the neck a few times.
Bai Yao is certain that if the tail wasn’t totally attached to his body, Mu Mu’er would have definitely borrowed it away. Indefinitely.
Today, Bai Yao is, once again, peeling potatoes outside the restaurant on a stool. Mu Mu’er is watching him quietly from behind.
“Tail!” He exclaims, then looks at Bai Yao with beaming eyes while brushing his hands together in glee in anticipation of the tail.
Already used to this development, Bai Yao doesn’t even break from his task at all while plonking a tail that sneaks out of his pants, which then lands squarely in Mu Mu’er’s hands.
Mu Mu’er sits down, satisfied, and holds the tail dearly in his embrace. He actually wants to pluck some fur out for himself, but it must become terribly ugly if he did so, and so he has to keep this desire to himself.
Then Mu Mu’er seems to think of something. His gaze swiftly moves onto Bai Yao’s head.
This lasts for the whole of the afternoon.
Bai Yao has already finished his peeling by this point, and so sighs then puts a hand on Mu Mu’er’s eyes, “what’chu lookin’ at?”
Mu Mu’er leans forward a little to ask, “ears? Where are Yaoyao’s ears?” He then pleads with a meek voice, “Mu’er wants to touch.”
“The tail not enough for you?” Bai Yao moves his tail back out from the boy’s hand, not forgetting to brush it across his face first, while narrowing his eyes at him.
Mu Mu’er shakes his head vigorously, “no, not enough. Mu’er needs Yaoyao’s ears, too.”
“Yaoyao has no ears,” Bai Yao tries shutting him down.
What’s his image going to become if anyone ever saw him with ‘cosmetic’ cat ears on?!
Mu Mu’er is confused, “why are the ears gone?”
Bai Yao gets up, stretches, then carries his potatoes back inside, while leaving a reason with Mu Mu’er.
“Mu’er likes to eat so much, that Yaoyao had to give them out in exchange for sweets.”
7
Mu Mu’er’s world is quite small, but it is filled to the brim with things that make him happy. Three of them stand out as particularly joyful occasions – eating, spending time with his Yaoyao, and bathing.
He’s truly fallen in love with bathing.
Whatever the weather, regardless of if he’s swum during the day, and independent of his absolute exhaustion, he’d still insist on spending hours in the bathtub.
His baths are exquisite as well, as they must consist of body wash, bath salts and whatnot that turns the bath into a soup of fruity tastes.
Since the weather has cooled significantly, his favourite things have combined as he can also bath with Bai Yao.
Tonight, though, Bai Yao is too busy, so Mu Mu’er can only bath by himself in the tub full of water.
There is a little basket by the bathtub, with a collection of Mu Mu’er’s favourite body wash, bath bombs, bath salts and essential oils within.
All fruit-based.
Still, his favourite has always been the citrus lemon body wash that Bai Yao uses every day.
After adding that essential ingredient in, Mu Mu’er then decides to add a little drop of peach body wash into his concoction. Then the grape bath bomb, too.
Finally, after some hesitation, he decides to get a dollop of strawberry shampoo in, too, hoping it’d make all the difference.
Bai Yao is almost finished with refreshing the restaurant menu when Mu Mu’er is finally finished his bath. It’s been over an hour at this point.
The moment he walks outside, the entire apartment becomes filled with fruit. Bai Yao feels like he’s just been thrown inside a fruit basket with apple, strawberries, grapes and lemons.
He rolls his pen about his fingers while teasing Mu Mu’er, “oh no. Someone must have forgotten to keep their soap in check, and they’re running away.”
“Eh?” Mu Mu’er quickly looks around, “where? Where is the running soap?”
“It’s right in front of me, Mr Walking Soap,” says Bai Yao, chuckling.
Mu ‘the Walking Soap’ Mu’er then goes to pour a glass of water, and adds a pinch of honey within from the fridge after a taste. Then he walks back with glass in tow, happy with the beverage.
He walks into the bedroom afterwards, leaving traces of his soap scent all over.
Finally, the Walking Soup leaves the bedroom with an empty glass to approach Bai Yao, wondering what work he’s doing that he’s still not done.
…
After he’s done, Bai Yao carries the Walking Soap back into the bathroom with clothes off, and is used as his body wash du jour for his own bath, and the Soap’s second warm bath.
8
After they’ve confessed to each other for good, the couple would always have one embrace before sleeping. The habit has gone on for about a year now.
Today, after the deed is done, Bai Yao is practically planking on top of Mu Mu’er, while leaning down to kiss the boy.
Mu Mu’er is quite distracted, though, his eyes wandering off in the kiss.
Bai Yao leans back a little, and, worried he might not be feeling well, asks with furrowed brows, “babe, what’s wrong?”
Mu Mu’er doesn’t answer, but moves his gaze back onto Bai Yao with a serious expression. Before Bai Yao can ask, the little guy uses his arms to push him away – with his full force, as Bai Yao can feel.
Not that his full force amounted to something that could actually move Bai Yao at all.
Mu Mu’er, unsuccessful, makes a distressed ‘mmph,’ while biting his lips. Bai Yao moves his kneecaps to stop Mu Mu’er from struggling, and asks, “don’t move yet. Does it hurt behind?”
Mu Mu’er, unable to move, continues expressing his dissatisfaction, but wouldn’t say what’s wrong at all. He continues to try pushing on Bai Yao – looking like he’s more playing than actually trying to remove Bai Yao from his presence.
Bai Yao’s breathing becomes a little heavier as he asks with a huskier tone, “what are you trying to do?”
“Mu’er wants to be on the top…”
Bai Yao “!”
Anything but that!
Still, amused, he makes a fiendish smile while denying him, “nah.”
Though that answer clearly makes Mu Mu’er dejected, as he shrinks unhappily underneath him.
“Why not? Why can’t Mu’er be on top…” Mu Mu’er mumbles, “Mu’er can. Yaoyao will let.”
Bai Yao’s heart is going to melt from his soft murmurings. But hey, since Mu’er probably doesn’t have a clear idea of what that word means either, he can probably make it work.
“Just this once, then,” when Mu Mu’er nods happily, he rolls over to lie on his back.
Mu Mu’er’s mood clears up immediately and he immediately throws himself flat onto Bai Yao.
The boy lies flat on Bai Yao, putting his chin on the man’s chest, while giving him starry eyes in satisfaction.
“Happy now?” Bai Yao pinches the boy’s cheeks.
“Mm~” Mu Mu’er snuggles against Bai Yao’s chest like a purring kitten.
“… I see.”
6
Ever since he saw Bai Yao being able to partially transform only his tail out, Mu Mu’er would ask for Bai Yao to give him his tail to play every few days or so.
When Bai Yao’s attention is divided, his tail would be shuddering by reflex – the tip of the tail would flip a little by itself, which Mu Mu’er finds incredibly fun.
In the dead of winter, he’s also using the tail as a makeshift scarf. It’s really warm to wrap around the neck a few times.
Bai Yao is certain that if the tail wasn’t totally attached to his body, Mu Mu’er would have definitely borrowed it away. Indefinitely.
Today, Bai Yao is, once again, peeling potatoes outside the restaurant on a stool. Mu Mu’er is watching him quietly from behind.
“Tail!” He exclaims, then looks at Bai Yao with beaming eyes while brushing his hands together in glee in anticipation of the tail.
Already used to this development, Bai Yao doesn’t even break from his task at all while plonking a tail that sneaks out of his pants, which then lands squarely in Mu Mu’er’s hands.
Mu Mu’er sits down, satisfied, and holds the tail dearly in his embrace. He actually wants to pluck some fur out for himself, but it must become terribly ugly if he did so, and so he has to keep this desire to himself.
Then Mu Mu’er seems to think of something. His gaze swiftly moves onto Bai Yao’s head.
This lasts for the whole of the afternoon.
Bai Yao has already finished his peeling by this point, and so sighs then puts a hand on Mu Mu’er’s eyes, “what’chu lookin’ at?”
Mu Mu’er leans forward a little to ask, “ears? Where are Yaoyao’s ears?” He then pleads with a meek voice, “Mu’er wants to touch.”
“The tail not enough for you?” Bai Yao moves his tail back out from the boy’s hand, not forgetting to brush it across his face first, while narrowing his eyes at him.
Mu Mu’er shakes his head vigorously, “no, not enough. Mu’er needs Yaoyao’s ears, too.”
“Yaoyao has no ears,” Bai Yao tries shutting him down.
What’s his image going to become if anyone ever saw him with ‘cosmetic’ cat ears on?!
Mu Mu’er is confused, “why are the ears gone?”
Bai Yao gets up, stretches, then carries his potatoes back inside, while leaving a reason with Mu Mu’er.
“Mu’er likes to eat so much, that Yaoyao had to give them out in exchange for sweets.”
7
Mu Mu’er’s world is quite small, but it is filled to the brim with things that make him happy. Three of them stand out as particularly joyful occasions – eating, spending time with his Yaoyao, and bathing.
He’s truly fallen in love with bathing.
Whatever the weather, regardless of if he’s swum during the day, and independent of his absolute exhaustion, he’d still insist on spending hours in the bathtub.
His baths are exquisite as well, as they must consist of body wash, bath salts and whatnot that turns the bath into a soup of fruity tastes.
Since the weather has cooled significantly, his favourite things have combined as he can also bath with Bai Yao.
Tonight, though, Bai Yao is too busy, so Mu Mu’er can only bath by himself in the tub full of water.
There is a little basket by the bathtub, with a collection of Mu Mu’er’s favourite body wash, bath bombs, bath salts and essential oils within.
All fruit-based.
Still, his favourite has always been the citrus lemon body wash that Bai Yao uses every day.
After adding that essential ingredient in, Mu Mu’er then decides to add a little drop of peach body wash into his concoction. Then the grape bath bomb, too.
Finally, after some hesitation, he decides to get a dollop of strawberry shampoo in, too, hoping it’d make all the difference.
Bai Yao is almost finished with refreshing the restaurant menu when Mu Mu’er is finally finished his bath. It’s been over an hour at this point.
The moment he walks outside, the entire apartment becomes filled with fruit. Bai Yao feels like he’s just been thrown inside a fruit basket with apple, strawberries, grapes and lemons.
He rolls his pen about his fingers while teasing Mu Mu’er, “oh no. Someone must have forgotten to keep their soap in check, and they’re running away.”
“Eh?” Mu Mu’er quickly looks around, “where? Where is the running soap?”
“It’s right in front of me, Mr Walking Soap,” says Bai Yao, chuckling.
Mu ‘the Walking Soap’ Mu’er then goes to pour a glass of water, and adds a pinch of honey within from the fridge after a taste. Then he walks back with glass in tow, happy with the beverage.
He walks into the bedroom afterwards, leaving traces of his soap scent all over.
Finally, the Walking Soup leaves the bedroom with an empty glass to approach Bai Yao, wondering what work he’s doing that he’s still not done.
…
After he’s done, Bai Yao carries the Walking Soap back into the bathroom with clothes off, and is used as his body wash du jour for his own bath, and the Soap’s second warm bath.
8
After they’ve confessed to each other for good, the couple would always have one embrace before sleeping. The habit has gone on for about a year now.
Today, after the deed is done, Bai Yao is practically planking on top of Mu Mu’er, while leaning down to kiss the boy.
Mu Mu’er is quite distracted, though, his eyes wandering off in the kiss.
Bai Yao leans back a little, and, worried he might not be feeling well, asks with furrowed brows, “babe, what’s wrong?”
Mu Mu’er doesn’t answer, but moves his gaze back onto Bai Yao with a serious expression. Before Bai Yao can ask, the little guy uses his arms to push him away – with his full force, as Bai Yao can feel.
Not that his full force amounted to something that could actually move Bai Yao at all.
Mu Mu’er, unsuccessful, makes a distressed ‘mmph,’ while biting his lips. Bai Yao moves his kneecaps to stop Mu Mu’er from struggling, and asks, “don’t move yet. Does it hurt behind?”
Mu Mu’er, unable to move, continues expressing his dissatisfaction, but wouldn’t say what’s wrong at all. He continues to try pushing on Bai Yao – looking like he’s more playing than actually trying to remove Bai Yao from his presence.
Bai Yao’s breathing becomes a little heavier as he asks with a huskier tone, “what are you trying to do?”
“Mu’er wants to be on the top…”
Bai Yao “!”
Anything but that!
Still, amused, he makes a fiendish smile while denying him, “nah.”
Though that answer clearly makes Mu Mu’er dejected, as he shrinks unhappily underneath him.
“Why not? Why can’t Mu’er be on top…” Mu Mu’er mumbles, “Mu’er can. Yaoyao will let.”
Bai Yao’s heart is going to melt from his soft murmurings. But hey, since Mu’er probably doesn’t have a clear idea of what that word means either, he can probably make it work.
“Just this once, then,” when Mu Mu’er nods happily, he rolls over to lie on his back.
Mu Mu’er’s mood clears up immediately and he immediately throws himself flat onto Bai Yao.
The boy lies flat on Bai Yao, putting his chin on the man’s chest, while giving him starry eyes in satisfaction.
“Happy now?” Bai Yao pinches the boy’s cheeks.
“Mm~” Mu Mu’er snuggles against Bai Yao’s chest like a purring kitten.
“… I see.”
