How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 42 - Taking

A/N: This chapter has a lot of mature content. To be honest, even I re-read this chapter just... you know... because.

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Pushing Wen Ke Xing, who almost loses his balance, slamming him down on the chair that creaks in protest. Straddling the man, his soft inner robe draping around him towards the wet floor, his naked thighs prickling with goosebumps against the cold silky fabric of Wen Ke Xing's trousers.

Zhou Xu slowly sits, moving closer as he suggestively rubs against the hard erection that is bulging underneath the silky fabric. Feeling Wen Ke Xing's whole body shudder, he licks his lips as he slides his hand down the well-defined abs towards the trousers. With a pull of the hem, the erection springs free, the beast is pulsing as it continues to grow in the tight space between them. The only part that Wen Ke Xing is not able to hold back. The only part of him with a life on its own. The only part of him that Zhou Xu is currently after.

Without making a single sound, his eyes focused on Wen Ke Xing's black ones, Zhou Xu lifts himself up and guides himself on top of the cock. Taking the other's hands, that has up until now still been obligingly hanging by his sides, he puts them on his cheeks and raises one eyebrow. Wen Ke Xing does not need to be invited twice, having held back to the point he has forgotten to breathe. His hands immediately grabbing each cheek, separating them, and guiding him down. The hole is dry and clamps in protest around the dry cock.

They don't care.

Pushing harder each time he moves down on the cock, Zhou Xu slides further and further down, or it could be Wen Ke Xing thrusting further and further in. They are both controlled by their desires, hunting for the depth and don't care who does it or if both do it. As long as their need, their craving, their desire is satisfied. The pain and pleasure ripping through them, making their guttural moans both out of burning pain and unbelievable pleasure.

Zhou Xu removes his pearls and drapes them around the man he is currently dry fucking. Placing the string inside that mouth like a gag, he feels the uneven breaths through the separated lips waiting impatiently for him. Biting down hard, their moans are swallowed by their hungry kisses as their tongues fiercely explore the others whilst battling with the pearls.

Feeling the tip rub a specific fold deep inside, the angle so perfect Zhou Xu's moan turns into a cry, his liquids releasing immediately. His eyes wild to the point of watering as he pushes down hard around that beast. His mind blank yet filled with a million feelings, he forgets how to kiss in his hunt for climax. Holding on around Wen Ke Xing's neck, pulling the pearls hard he forces the head backwards. His mouth open against Wen Ke Xing's as he half screams and half moans into his lover as he pushes down swallowing the cock inside him again and again, harder and faster for every push.

The tremors starts somewhere deep, agonizingly slow yet amazingly powerful, the orgasm builds and builds until Zhou Xu thinks he is not going to make it, like he is about to go crazy.

"Lao Wen, harder." The first words spoken since Wen Ke Xing had stepped inside the pavilion is an order, they are non-negotiable. "Harder! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME HARDER!"

Wen Ke Xing watches his uninhibited man, this sexual god sitting on top of him, surrounding him, fucking him senseless. He is struggling to keep up. For the first time he feels like what he is doing isn't enough, what he is giving isn't enough. Slamming Zhou Xu down around him, he thrusts as much as he can against the milky thighs that are pressing hard against his hips.

"I said HARDER!" Zhou Xu yanks the pearls, forcing Wen Ke Xing's head further back as he sucks, bites and moans against his neck and collarbone.

He feels inadequate. He can't go faster nor deeper. His hands that have been fiercely holding on to those perfect cheeks are surplus as the man above is riding so hard sweat is running down his body making him slide on top of the thighs. His semi-free hands glides inwards to surround the hole that is loose, the liquids running along the shaft as Zhou Xu moves up and down. His slender fingers slowly massages the entry and the reaction is almost immediate. Zhou Xu arches his back in the most alluring and erotic curve, causing Wen Ke Xing's mind to momentarily go blank.