How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 55 - Wiggling

A/N: Very explicit mature content ahead. I recommend you cool off with some ice cream afterwards.

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Wen Ke Xing knew he should have just grovelled instantly when he got into the pool rather than poke, prod and challenge his fierce man. You just had to do it. You just had to make sure that he was jealous. Wen Ke Xing, Wen Ke Xing, you made your bed, and now you might get fucked in it.

Similar to sleeping with one eye open, he is a little bit wary of what is to come. This tiny bit of anxiety is impeding him from fully enjoying that amazing hand that is doing all sorts of magical things to both of their cocks.

Slowly, the cravings takes over, dimming the anxiety. I will just endure whatever comes my way. That counts as grovelling right?

Zhou Xu can feel Wen Ke Xing's body gradually succumbing to him. It isn't that Zhou Xu wants to hurt him or wants to punish him. This isn't really like teaching him a lesson. They both have a past with lovers, or at least Zhou Xu thought that he did based on the memories that kept popping up. And he probably wouldn't take kindly to Wen Ke Xing trying to punish him for his likely past. He just needs to make it clear that those old days are over.

Opening the floodgate and then surrendering to all those pent up needs that are surging through his body like a shockwave, Zhou Xu focuses on the feeling of having both of their cocks in his hand. Kissing his man, slowly increasing the pressure and depth, he can feel Wen Ke Xing's body moving in sync with his own. Together they hum to his rhythm of the tugging, pulling, and teasing.

Wen Ke Xing's lips are hard against Zhou Xu's, his moans swallowed by their hungry tongues. Their instincts starting to take over at this point, to ensure they both inhale each feeling, each breath and each moan.

When Wen Ke Xing suddenly, and way too early, feels the powerful trembles deep inside his lower abs, he pulls away from Zhou Xu's hand. Meeting Zhou Xu's eyes, Wen Ke Xing continues to kiss him whilst mumbling a bit out of breath and a little embarrassed, "I don't want to come yet."

"You're sensitive today." Zhou Xu licks Wen Ke Xing's lips, slowly, suggestively, from left to right. "I don't want you to come yet either."

Taking a firm grip on the outside of the edge, Zhou Xu pulls himself up on to the ledge, his voice impatient, "Lao Wen! Get up here."

"Huh?"

Zhou Xu is on all four with his ass in an alluring curve upwards and his cock pulsing like it's begging to get noticed. Wiggling a bit, he raises one eyebrow and smirks at the man who looks a bit robbed down in the pool, "Are you game?"

His mind still blank and tingling from almost climaxing, he has no clue what Zhou Xu is talking about but he knows that he needs to say yes, he needs to be touching his man, "Anything."

"Then get up here."

Before Zhou Xu can even finish the sentence, Wen Ke Xing has hauled himself out of the pool and on to the ledge, not once breaking eye contact with this sexual creature in front of him.

"Lie down on your back with your head towards me."

Obliging, he lies on his back, the ledge just a little bit wider than his shoulders. He has barely placed his head down when Zhou Xu moves in over him, still on all four, stopping when Zhou Xu's head is in line with his hips and his own head in line with Zhou Xu's hips. All of a sudden faced with that magnificent erection, that amazing cock he had tasted in the pool back home, his obsession to suckle is so strong his mouth goes dry. Just as Wen Ke Xing grips the cheeks to pull the man down, or maybe himself up, he feels his cock enter Zhou Xu's wet mouth in an amazingly slow deepthroat. Reflexively, he curls his hips upward and at the same time he takes that beautiful erection into his own and suckles hungrily.

Zhou Xu sucks the cock so deep it rubs the back of his throat, it is hot and throbbing in his mouth and the need to suckle, lick and tug, is so strong everything else around him fades. The feeling of his own cock getting eaten by his husband, the part death god and part sex god, keeps him grounded on the edge. Though the fact that he is extremely skilled in the arts of seduction and passion reminds Zhou Xu of all those other men that Wen Ke Xing had practiced with. The need to possess and to mark his man  growing stronger by each moan.

Unaware of what is going on inside his man's head, Wen Ke Xing is relishing in the taste of his man. The flavor is strong, sweet, hot and sexual and just like he remembers it. He has trouble focusing on this one purpose when the pulsing shivers and explosions are growing stronger from each lick and suckle by his man above. His mouth is so wet, so deep, his lips so soft yet with the perfect pressure around his cock. His smooth tongue licking the length of the shaft and slowly circling the tip, slit and fold, hungrily suckling at the sperm that is seeping out and dripping on the sides.

"Ah-Xu! Ghnnn...! Ah-Xu!" Wen Ke Xing's voice is partly muffled by the erection in his mouth and partly by his own moans, his breathing catching with every tremble from his own cock.

Zhou Xu's eyes are still dimmed but with a hint of adrenaline, his o-shaped lips answering, "Mmm...?" The voice muffled by the beast in his mouth, the saliva running along the cock, mixing with the sperm that Zhou Xu hasn't suckled yet.

"Ah-Xu, Slow down... I'm going to come."

"No." Hearing that what he is doing has such a strong reaction in his man, Zhou Xu sucks the cock in even deeper, not caring that he almost chokes. He is mine. He will only think of me.

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