How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 32 - Licking

A/N: This chapter contains mild violence and non-con. Please don't continue reading if this is something that makes you uncomfortable.

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"Ah-Xu..."

Gritting his teeth, his voice wavering under the pearls that are mildly choking him, "How about we try this again when I haven't been training for 14 hours straight."

Feeling that cold breath against his neck, he involuntarily curls backwards. Accidentally rubbing up against the others cheek only to be greeted with a low chuckle that goes straight into his ear and leaves his head buzzing.

The hand stroking his waist starts to move downward, gliding over his abdomen, causing twitches as they wander downward. Fuck.

"Ah-Xu, do you think I haven't already seen it?"

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

Moving his hand around the erection, Wen Ke Xing can feel the jolt ripple through the other making his entire being wobble backwards and he steadies his hold around the pearls. So easy to please this man.

"You know, a thought occurred to me when I watched you come on that rock."

Trying to wiggle his way out of the others unyielding embrace, he just can't help himself from asking, "What?"

"There is still one part of you that I haven't tasted."

"..." Feeling his face flush red, he is grateful the room is mostly dark where they are standing right now and that he is facing the other way.

Moving his hands slowly up the shaft to trace his thumb over the tip, Wen Ke Xing can hear the breath catch at the same times as the lower abdomen tremble. "I want to taste today."

Not giving Zhou Xu time to think, he shifts to lift him up to sit on the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the water that is still moving from their battle. For the first time, Wen Ke Xing is forced to look up at those walnut-colored ones that are watching him intensely behind wet eyelashes. Are you really not going to fight me on this?

Moving in under his thighs, the legs hanging on his shoulders, his hands flowing down the sides to take hold of that waist. In the dim light, he can see the erection is so full it is throbbing. The only thought that is surging through his mind is to taste. I want to taste. I need to taste.

Parting his lips, his tongue licks the fold under the tip, the cock bobbing in front of his eyes. The taste is clean, hot and sweet, with a little bit of spice. Like a concentrated version of that skin he had tasted on that first night. It burns through his mind, leaving nothing but craving in its wake.

Intoxicated, Wen Ke Xing goes in for a second taste, when the thighs close around his head. To be fair, this was not a bad place to be stuck with his head. Amazingly strong and silky smooth thighs, and that wet hot cock in front of his face. It could have been worse. And even though he is choking a little bit, he still uses what little mobility he has to taste that cock again, leaving it bobbing against his nose.

"Just stop."

"Ah-Xu..."

"I said no."

"But your body is saying yes. You should listen to it."

"No. I don't want to do this."

"You don't have to do anything. I will do everything. I will make you come. Remember how good I made you feel. I will do that again."

He does remember, that is the problem. He had not been able to ignore or suppress the memories. The pain, the blood, the vomiting, the erection, those hands, that thing inside him, the sensation of absolute ecstasy. It was all too vivid in his mind and he didn't know what to make of it.

Still clamped between those legs and struggling to breathe, Wen Ke Xing starts to disrobe.

"Wait, what are you doing?" releasing his stronghold a little bit to sit up and look at the man.

"The wet clothes are uncomfortable."

"Wait, stop!"

"Ah-Xu... you don't want me to get sick again, do you?" He smiles, enjoying his quite unique predicament of having a hot erection right in his face but not able to move in to properly taste it. With another lick, he continues to tug at his inner robes.

"Wait!"

Having taken off all three robes, he is now left only in his trousers. With a low purr through a wide smirk, his eyes burn with mix of want and playfulness. Taking a strong grip around the hips he lifts Zhou Xu up, now sitting on his shoulders. Oh what a great view. Why have I never tried this before?

"What the hell!" Not prepared for the move, his hands grabs hold of Wen Ke Xing's head and automatically relaxes his legs to steady himself. Feeling another lick, this time move towards his balls, he stiffens, making them both wobble a bit.

Curious, Wen Ke Xing licks down the side of the shaft and puts his lips against the balls, sucking gently so that one pop into his mouth. Suckling on it, he can feel the thighs tremble and the cock bobbing against his forehead. Without warning, he releases it and hurls himself backward as he twists, landing on his stomach with Zhou Xu under him in the water.

Taking hold of the thighs, he keeps them around his waist as he pushes Zhou Xu like a barrel through the water until they hit the stairs. Lifting him halfway up the stair so that his waist is above the water, he pushes him back and moves in between the legs for a third time.

"I told you. Just let me do everything."

"No!" Transferring his qi to his legs, Zhou Xu clamps for all he is worth around Wen Ke Xing's waist. How strong is this animal? He just had some of his spiritual core crushed, yet he seems fine already!

Ignoring the pain shooting from his hips and up his spine, he stares into those walnut-colored ones and licks his lips.

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