How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 33 - Melting

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, I just want to taste you come."

"No."

"Ah-Xu, it is right there and ready. Just let me swallow you for a change. Please?"

What the hell... Is he begging to blow me? With the words buzzing through his head, his face tingles a bit whilst his mind goes back to that feeling of climax two weeks ago. He exhales sharply to snap himself back to focus, "NO!"

He stares back with what he thinks is resolution only to be met with something resembling puppy eyes over pouty lips. WHAT THE HELL! How did he go from death God to puppy? Did he hit his head that badly when he was knocked out?

With the legs mercilessly crushing his insides, Wen Ke Xing awkwardly bends forward, aiming for that still masterful and tempting erection. In panic, Zhou Xu clamps his hands in front to cover himself.

His head just above the lower part of the abdomen, Wen Ke Xing looks up at the man under him, "Ah-Xu, don't be a tease."

"..."

And off they go on a third round of trading blows, but this time only with their hands. Wen Ke Xing being the one mostly on the attack side, trying to get a lick in between the moves, and Zhou Xu the one mostly trying to defend his dignity.

Feeling something move against his cheeks, only a moment of confusion passes through his mind until he realize that it is the others erection coming alive under his hips. To be exact, it is starting to poke his cheeks.

The sudden revelation is enough for Wen Ke Xing to take advantage of Zhou Xu's shock, striking with his palm against the center of the chest and slamming down hard against the stone steps. He is impatient and might have overdone the force. The impact leaves Zhou Xu on the verge of having been knocked out cold. He is out of breath, his eyes unfocused and the hold around Wen Ke Xing's waist is immediately released.

He holds the others weakened arms between the back and the stair. His eyes transforming from puppy to addict, licking his lips. "Ah-Xu, I will taste you today."

With his hips still between those soft and milky thighs and bent forward to hold the hands in place, his face is perfectly positioned. Pushing the lower back from behind, forcing it to arch in the most irresistible curve, he takes the erection in his mouth, sucking deep, as deep as he can. Wanting to swallow as much as possible, he tastes, sucks, licks and gently bites. More, just more. Even when he gags, he greedily forces it deeper down his throat. Incredible... Just fucking incredible.

The taste is even more enticing than he imagined, than anything or anyone he had ever tasted. It explodes in his mouth sending fireworks crackling at the top of his head, thereafter, moving in waves along his spine to send ripples all the way out to his fingertips. His usual cold stature melts into something soft and fluid. Like his entire being dissolves by the flavor, like his core inhaled for the first time.

"WHA..." Before Zhou Xu can continue, Wen Ke Xing starts to move. "... the hell...." Zhou Xu sees Wen Ke Xing's o‑shaped lips around his cock through eyes not yet able to focus, that mouth suckling slowly, massaging with his tongue as he moves over the shaft. His head is throbbing from the impact and his limbs are still too weak to move properly. The alluring sensation between his legs ripples through his abdomen, curling his hips upward in search for more.

Reaching the top, Wen Ke Xing's tongue explores the fold under the tip, feeling it tremble to the touch. Running the tongue slowly over the slit, his saliva dripping through his open lips and along the shaft. Feeling that the other is between half knocked out and half a puddle of desire, he releases the hands to fully grab on to that gorgeous erection and guide it, tug at it, rub it along to the rhythm of his sucking.

"Ah-Xu... mmmghhnn... God, you taste incredible." His voice muffled by the cock in his mouth, his head humming in tune with the explosions.

The words bounces between Zhou Xu's ears, as his mind slowly starts to focus again after the hit against his solar plexus. His qi slowly flowing back towards his elixir field, he moves his arms to try and push the head away.

Wen Ke Xing burrows in between his fingers and they instinctively grip his wet hair. Resisting the weak attempts of push and pull, the pain only stimulating his resolute to pursue this new plaything further. Sucking deep, he focus his eyes on Zhou Xu's face and rubs his lips against the erection as he moves his head up and down. His senses on full attention to observe any reaction to pressure or specific spots, sucks, or licks. Ah-Xu, your lovely cock is so obliging – why can't you be the same?

The sensation is too much. A low guttural moan escapes from Zhou Xu's lips before he can stop it. Fuck! Traitor! A muffled laughter originates from the man around his cock.

Licking the tip, Wen Ke Xing still with his eyes fixed on his man and a victorious smile on his wet and slightly swollen lips, "Ah-Xu, I know that you like it. Just tell me what you want and I will do it."

"... No, I don't want to." He retorts, whilst his hands meekly pulls at a few strands of hair.

Not listening to that pitiful and lying voice, he licks around the root and down the side towards the sack. With a slurp he sucks them into his mouth and suckles on them, rolling and massaging them with his tongue.

"Nhhgggmm."

Another moan reaches his ears and he moves back, letting his tongue and lips slowly suckle deeper and deeper on the erection. Feeling the cock swelling even further, it bobs and tremors against his tongue. The hands in his hair not moving against him, but rather guiding him to where he should be sucking and how fast.

When the tugging and pulling turns erratic from above, he moves his fingers in between the cheeks and towards the entry. When he feels a slight press down against his fingers, he smiles almost biting the tip accidentally. Ah-Xu, do you want to glide down my fingers?

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Author's Mini-Theatre:

Author: "Do you Ah-Xu? Do you want to glide down those fingers?"

Ah-Xu: "No."

Author: "But... you're already moving."

Ah-Xu: "No, I am not."

Wen Ke Xing with a muffled voice around the cock: "My fingers are almost halfway in."

Ah-Xu: "No, they are not."

Author: "I am standing right here by the stair. I can see you moving."

Wen Ke Xing (whilst still slurping): "Yep, they are fully in now."

Author: "Do you like it?"

Ah-Xu: "I am telling you, I am not moving."

Author: "That's because you have already glided down as much as you can..."

Wen Ke Xing: "Ah-Xu, they can't get further in no matter now much you press."

Ah-Xu: "Put another one in."

Author: "..."