How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 76 - Arching

Author's Notes:

This chapter is all mature, explicit content. Gear up and enjoy!

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"Lao Wen, I need you to fuck me until I come. Then I want you to fuck me until you come."

The words and the hot breath ripples through his mind, leaving the top of his head with a tingling that is spreading down his spine. Those warm lips locks on his again, the kiss still slow, deep and hungry. Wen Ke Xing's eyes darken and he hikes up those milky thighs around his waist whilst mumbling in between their wet lips, "Hold on." 

Moving slowly across the room, Zhou Zi Shu groans, unwilling to let go even only for a second when Wen Ke Xing tries to see where he is walking. The kissing is so intoxicating, Wen Ke Xing has to stop a few times on the way to press Zhou Zi Shu up against the wall, a shelf and once just standing still in the middle of the room. This is the only way that he can focus on that mouth that is inhaling him, those lips that are leaving every part of his lips numb and swollen, and that tongue that is constantly licking him at the back of his throat. His breathing is so heavy that by the time they reach the bed, he is dizzy.

Bending forward, he puts Zhou Zi Shu at the center of the bed and is instantly pulled down, almost crashing on top of him. Wen Ke Xing laughs and mumbles, "Ah-Xu!", before he is silenced by Zhou Zi Shu pulling him down for more kissing. For a fleeting moment Wen Ke Xing wonders if Zhou Zi Shu isn't stronger than he is. The thought disappears as fast as it came when Zhou Zi Shu starts pulling at his clothes. "Lao Wen, off. Take them off."

Their hands are blindly tearing, yanking and working away at the belts, robes and trousers. Their broken moans and heavy breathing vibrates through the room alongside the wet sounds of their kisses as they wrestle out of their clothes. Not caring in the slightest if the clothes are torn, only that they have instant access to the others skin.

When they are both naked, Zhou Zi Shu circles his legs around Wen Ke Xing and flips them around with himself lying across that cold chest. Wen Ke Xing looks up at his man, a crocked smile at the corner of his lips. His hands caressing that silky skin until his fingers dig in on each side of that waist to slowly rock his man against his erection, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you?"

With a smile on his face, Zhou Zi Shu lowers himself down and slowly kisses those amazing, cold and swollen lips. His head tilts from one side to the other and then back again, constantly searching for an angle where he can reach even further inside. Like they are both addicts, the kiss instantly turns deep, their tongues exploring the others. Soon their soft and muffled moans are humming around the bed.

With his arms wrapped around Zhou Zi Shu, Wen Ke Xing's palms traces up that delicate waist, over those strong shoulder blades and down the curve of the back. Zhou Zi Shu moans and purrs under Wen Ke Xing's exploring hands until he reaches the cheeks. Gasping, Zhou Zi Shu arches his back to pushes against those hands, inviting those fingers in. Mumbling in between kisses and low moans, "I need those fingers in me. Now. I need you to fuck me with your fingers."

Temporarily breaking free from those warm lips, Wen Ke Xing quickly wets his fingers with the mixed saliva in his mouth. Resting his hand back on the cheek, he circles the hole and can feel it trembling under his touch. Slowly pushing one finger towards the opening, Zhou Zi Shu pushes back and easily swallows it flush in one go. Surprised, Wen Ke Xing puts a second finger against the opening and as he pushes in, Zhou Zi Shu lets out a long and soft moan that vibrates against Wen Ke Xing's neck.

"Tell me how you want it."

Zhou Zi Shu just wiggles around the fingers, groaning and moaning out of frustration, "Just move them. Fuck me."

When Wen Ke Xing starts to thrust his fingers, he hears a low gasp escape right next to his ear. Feeling Zhou Zi Shu arch his lower back even further to allow the fingers to go deeper, he moves a third finger in and is rewarded with another broken gasp. 'Gnnn... Aaaah... Fuuuuuck!"

Thrusting his fingers, he slowly works his way deeper, twisting, stretching and massaging each fold, to finally sink deep against that spot. That spot that used to make Zhou Xu's eyes sparkle, hoping it is the same for Zhou Zi Shu. "Tell me how you want it."

Zhou Zi Shu is currently too distracted by his own pleasure to kiss, resorting to moaning, panting and drooling into Wen Ke Xing's open mouth, his eyes glowing. "There, just like that. Fuck, your fingers are amazing."

Wen Ke Xing can feel Zhou Zi Shu clenching and releasing, wiggling and arching, anything to make him continue to fuck him with his fingers deep inside. "I can make you come like this."

When Zhou Zi Shu feels the rolling waves of climax deep in his core he pulls back and tries to focus his vision on the man under him, the man with those long, cold and perfect fingers. "No, take them out. I need your cock to fuck me until I come."

"Are you sure?" Rubbing against the spot again, Wen Ke Xing watches Zhou Zi Shu arch his entire being, his head tilting back extending the curve as he releases a long moan up towards the ceiling.

When Zhou Zi Shu's face turns downward, his eyes are glowing when they meet Wen Ke Xing's. Licking his slightly swollen lips, he wipes them with his thumb only to place his hand on Wen Ke Xing's jaw−slowly caressing those cold lips with his wet thumb. Panting softly, he grinds against Wen Ke Xing's cock that is poking out under him and purrs, "I am sure."

Reaching for the blue bottle on the side table, fingers still inside him, Zhou Zi Shu pours a generous helping of the oily liquid in his left hand before putting it back. Using both of his hands, he strokes Wen Ke Xing's cock as he moves against those fingers that are still thrusting within him. He just wants to touch it, feel it in his hands, tug it, tease it, but also because he needs the cock slick and glistening.

Wen Ke Xing is in a daze, his eyes dimmed and his ears ringing slightly. Zhou Zi Shu's naked body is in full view, everything within full reach and those warm hands are almost burning his cock making it so hard it's throbbing. Softly tracing the pale chest down each of the ab muscles, Wen Ke Xing mumbles, "You are so magnificent."

Watching that ethereal man between his legs looking up at him in adoration, Zhou Zi Shu concludes that the cock is lubricated enough. He needs to feel him inside. Now. He leans over Wen Ke Xing for leverage, his left hand holding onto Wen Ke Xing's shoulder for balance as he wiggles off those godly fingers and guides himself down on top of the beast with the help of his right hand. He sinks slowly, feeling the hard cock sliding deeper and deeper, pushing and prodding at every fold inside him. Moving his right hand to the other shoulder, he steadies himself as he arches his back to sink deeper. His eyes fixed on those black ones, he lets out a long moan through o‑shaped lips and feels Wen Ke Xing buck his hips and impatiently thrust them flush.

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