How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 85 - Tasting

Author's Notes:

Whilst this whole chapter is explicit with adult content, some of their needs are coming from a place of the emotional roller coaster the insense is putting them through.

This chapter is a bit longer than usual. Enjoy!

Also - do I have any readers that can sketch? I would really mush like to commission a few drawings of certain parts of this story. Sing out if you are!

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It wasn't like he was counting down the ten minutes in his head, or anywhere for that matter. Wen Ke Xing really did listen to all the details of Zhou Zi Shu's plan and contributed with his own thoughts on the subject as well. It was just that he thought that, at this moment, they only really needed to consider what to tell the last traitor at this place before they left for Wu Ying. How to actually set it up when they were back, well, they could discuss that during their day long ride back−since it would be just the two of them.

With that in mind, it wasn't really like he hadn't given Zhou Zi Shu enough time, or a heads up for that matter, before cutting him off mid-sentence, when the ten minutes were up.

As his mouth forms the word 'this', his tongue is met with a cold one, mercilessly invading his mouth, making him gasp as his breath is all but sucked out of him. Zhou Zi Shu can feel the desire radiating from the man that is currently exploring the back of his throat in a way that is extremely delicious and stimulating. It is almost overwhelmingly hot. What just happened to make him−

Before he can finish his thought, Wen Ke Xing has all but yanked him up on to the table, bottles and bowls crashing to the floor around them as the table is cleared of all obstacles in one swoop. The kiss that swallows the last words is so hungry and demanding, Zhou Zi Shu struggles to even breathe.

Wen Ke Xing's grip on Zhou Zi Shu's waist is so firm zzs knows he will have finger-shaped bruises forming soon, not that he minded. The thought of being manhandled by this fierce Guzhu of his makes his cock twitch in anticipation, a primal moan escaping his throat.

When Wen Ke Xing feels the moan vibrate against his lips, his ears starts to ring and his need to own that mouth intensifies−the kiss intensifies. Wen Ke Xing knows that he shouldn't be worried about this plan. He knows that he is, for some reason, overreacting.

He is aware that Zhou Zi Shu can defend himself and that he will be right there−although out of sight−to protect him. But just the thought of putting his man in danger hurts. It hurts to the point where he can barely breathe. It hurts to the point where his heart is struggling to beat. The pressure over his chest along with the lump in his throat is only eased when he can feel that soft and warm body under his touch or that hot breath against his skin. Why am I this needy? Why am I overreacting?

"Ah-Xu..." The name is mumbled so softly and with a hint of anguish, it disappears in between the broken pants and ruffling of clothes. "Ah-Xu, I need to... I just... I need... Just let me..." What do I need?

Zhou Zi Shu had been expecting this at some point−Wen Ke Xing had been too calm. He wasn't unaware of the dreams his husband had been having this past week. He had been woken up by Wen Ke Xing calling out for 'Zhou Zi Shu' in his sleep. He had even been woken up by Wen Ke Xing gently caressing his face and calling him 'Ah-Shu'. Other times he had seen Wen Ke Xing wake up panting and soaked in sweat, only to grip his hand and sit quietly until his breathing had slowed down. Zhou Zi Shu just let him work through it, being there to hold his hand until Wen Ke Xing asked for more. Why haven't you asked for more? Why haven't you asked me yet?