How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 90 - Cultivating (2)

Zhou Zi Shu licks the blood that is trickling down that long and slender neck and slide his left hand along the other side, pausing to rest under Wen Ke Xing's chin. The night shimmers around them as the qi pulse from his elixir field through the palm of his hand that is gently touching Wen Ke Xing. The blood stops and he can feel the wound closing under the tip of his tongue.

Kissing the wound, Zhou Zi Shu whispers into Wen Ke Xing's ear, "There−as pretty as new." Satisfied that the wound will not scar, Zhou Zi Shu skims his teeth along the neck and jaw, feeling the man in front of him shiver under the touch.

Nudging his nose up the length of the jaw, Zhou Zi Shu exhales a slow breath into the nook of Wen Ke Xing's neck, just under the tip of his ear, "If I let your hands go, will you behave?"

Wen Ke Xing's voice is soft and longing, "Absolutely−not."

Zhou Zi Shu's smile widen in approval of the very expected and shameful reply. He lets the wrists go and shift both his hands up to grab that long raven black hair as he jumps up and flings his legs around his husbands waist.

His warm lips find those soft ones. The realization of how fast his husband is thawing, for lack of a better word, from the usual cold both scares and excites him. There has been no negative side effects from the increase in body temperature that he knows of and Zhou Zi Shu is beginning to hope that it just is a side effect of his man turning back to his Ah-Xing.

Wen Ke Xing's lips are impatient and he can feel Zhou Zi Shu's mind straying from their activity as they have from time to time in the past days. He grips each of the ass cheeks in his big hands and squeezes hard. It should be illegal to have such an ass. He flips them around and pins his man against the mountain side, his mouth hungrily searching again.

The night is quiet this far up the mountain top with only the faint sound of the waterfall in the far distance. The birds have all migrated for the winter and there is nothing surrounding them but rocks, snow and the abandoned spiderweb of Wu Ying walkways. The moon has been swallowed by dark clouds that have rolled in from the south with a promise of even more snow.

The kissing is deep, slow and yearning. Their faces shift from side to side in unison, sometimes skimming each other's cheeks before returning to the others wet and swollen lips. The wet sounds of their kisses is only heard by the two of them where they cling to each other on top of the roof structure on the cave entrance. They don't care which pavilion it is. All that matters is the person in front of them. The person that surrounds them. The person that has taken over their hearts.

Zhou Zi Shu grinds his erection against Wen Ke Xing's abdomen and shivers a moan against the other's lips, the white cloud of his breath unseen in the dark. He is eager to get out of his clothes on the spot but the sound in the back of his head is subtly nudging at him and a thought takes root.

Wen Ke Xing feels Zhou Zi Shu pull back and chases after with his lips, almost whining from the loss of touch. His hands unfortunately too busy with the ass to pull him back within kissing range. Suddenly, the air sparkles and Zhou Zi Shu pushes him away using his qi. He thinks he can detect a mischievous smile in the short shimmer created by the force of energy.

"If you can find me, you can do whatever you want." Zhou Zi Shu takes a step back and vanish into the darkness.

The vision of Zhou Zi Shu disappearing in front of him has Wen Ke Xing momentarily paralyzed by fear and the earthshattering headache slices without mercy through his skull. His hands flings up around his head and he leans back against the rocks. It's fine. He is not gone. He is not gone. He is not gone. Through slow and deep breathing, the sound of his thundering heart is fading and replaced by the softest of white noise. The waterfall.