How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 86 - Confessing (2)

Author's Notes:

Why are my smut chapters always so long? I didn't chop it up, so you get the full chapter this time.

These guys really took me for a ride this time, throwing me for a loop by not wanting to cooperate to where I want the plot to go or what I initially had in mind. This time, Ah-Xu really took me by surprise so I had to roll with it.

Drop me a comment if you like it!

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Zhou Zi Shu takes in the view of his husband sitting below him on the floor−all pale smooth skin, strong lean muscles and a cock throbbing and leaking. His long and soft raven-black hair is cascading around his face and shoulders, reaching down to his slim waist, making him look ethereal. The raw needs from just a moment ago fades into a low hum in the background. What a magnificent and erotic creature he is.

The image of a young man in the far distance, lifeless on the icy shore with people closing in around him, flickers through Zhou Zi Shu's mind and the need to protect Wen Ke Xing overwhelms him. The need to show him how strong he is and how strong he has become, flows through his core. He just wants to embrace him, to hold him, to shield him, to keep him.

Crouching to level their eyes, Zhou Zi Shu's right fingertips traces down Wen Ke Xing's cheek as he stares into those black ones. Moving his palm down the chest to stop and feel his husband's heartbeat, his voice is strong and laced with emotions, "We partake cold tide, thunderstorm, firebolt. Together we share brume, flowing mist, rainbow. As if we separate all the time, actually we forever rely on each other." (1)

Wen Ke Xing is stunned. Zhou Zi Shu can hear his breath hitch and watches those black pupils dilate in amazement, or maybe shock? The thump, thump, thump increasing under his touch makes his own quicken its pace. With their eyes fixed on each other, the words 'This is great love, loyalty lives here' (2) are left on their lips and not spoken out loud.

Not giving Wen Ke Xing time to process what he just confessed, or to see the soft rose color he can feel is spreading up his neck, Zhou Zi Shu pulls him up on to his feet. Without really knowing how, Wen Ke Xing finds himself dazed, half-folded and bracing against the table, a shy smile in the corners of his lips. Great love...

When two hands pushes him forward, he grips the sides to steady himself, a fleeting thought from a week ago reemerge in his mind. Could I have been right? Is Ah-Xu stronger than I am? Or is Ah-Shu stronger than I am? Or maybe merged together they are stronger than I am...?

He can feel the strength emanating from those hands that are now wandering up his back and down the sides. The touch is firm, but not hard or rough. The palms are soft and gentle, not insecure. When Zhou Zi Shu's right foot moves in between Wen Ke Xing's legs and nudges his feet apart, spreading them open, Wen Ke Xing arches in anticipation.

Breathing deeply through his nose, the scent from the pool of Zhou Zi Shu's precum burns through Wen Ke Xing's mind, like an aphrodisiac. His right hand moves on its own towards the liquid and he smears it over his fingers, feeling them get slippery before moving towards his erection.

A shudder reverberates through his body when his fingers surrounds his up-until-now ignored cock. His slick fingertips move over the head, in the slit and over the fold, wetting them further with his own cum that has been leaking in abundance down the shaft. He takes the edge of the almost painful throbbing by tugging a few times, moaning at the feeling of their cum mixing together, all messy over his hand.

With his hands now in a firm grip around those slender hips, Zhou Zi Shu pulls Wen Ke Xing closer, pressing his cock in between those lean thighs, nudging the balls. Zhou Zi Shu's fingertips slowly traces the outline of the abdominal V-shape, down towards that cock he had just seen leaking seductively. The cock that his man is now steadily stroking himself.