Bare-bottomed, Shi Shu sat on his lap, coming into contact with his scalding skin. His clothes were peeled off by a single hand: “Don’t wear them when they’re wet, or you’ll catch a cold.”
“Eh?” Shi Shu muttered. With the last shred of modesty stripped away, he and Xie Wuchi were completely bare. The youth’s body was fair and healthy, his shoulders and back lean and graceful, facing Xie Wuchi eye-to-eye across his parted thighs.
Chuu… Xie Wuchi leaned in and pressed a kiss to Shi Shu’s lips. The next second, the water lapped clearly with their movement as Shi Shu’s body shifted forward, bumping against the hard length, which was caught in another hand. Shi Shu gasped inwardly, but before his focus could drift downward, the wet glide of a tongue captured his thoughts. The light calluses on Xie Wuchi’s fingertips stroked Shi Shu’s jawline while his tongue sucked and kissed him wetly. Meanwhile, his other large hand gathered both shafts together, grinding them, slowly kneading and caressing.
Shi Shu was kissed into a haze of disorientation, panting, his calves trembling: “Ah… it feels so strange…”
Heat radiated outward from his core—an unfamiliar desire, a restless stirring. There was also the sheer intensity of pressing tight against another searing hardness, an overwhelming friction bordering on torment. Just as Shi Shu tried to pull away, he was kissed again, a tongue teasing him: “Mmh… good boy, have you ever masturbated?”
The pale skin behind Shi Shu’s ears flushed crimson in an instant: “I—!…”
“Ever humped a blanket?”
“Xie Wuchi!…”
Shi Shu’s face burned even hotter. He wanted to speak, wanted to pull away, but his tongue was being licked, slick, squelching sounds swallowing all his protests.
“Mmh… chuu… don’t be afraid, it’ll feel good.” No sooner had he murmured the words than Xie Wuchi deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing down toward the back of Shi Shu’s throat. Shi Shu was kissed breathless. As heat passed between their mouths, the pleasure below intensified. It was as if he were held tight in someone’s grasp, being stimulated, provoked, coaxing another soul entirely out of him.
“Xie Wuchi… so hot…”
Shi Shu: “You’re so hard…”
“Does the rubbing hurt?”
Engulfed in Xie Wuchi’s lust, Shi Shu felt overwhelmed. Xie Wuchi was too large—an intensely masculine, imposing shaft—whereas Shi Shu’s was more delicate, subject to the friction and rough grazing of Xie Wuchi’s member. Shi Shu couldn’t take it; stripped of all security, he gasped, “Too hard… it’s too hard… no…”
Panting, Xie Wuchi halted the friction. “Does it hurt?”
Shi Shu: “It hurts…”
“Good baby,” Xie Wuchi kissed him, breath warm against his skin. “Straddle me and grind. Rub yours against mine; it won’t hurt.”
Shi Shu’s mind was in utter turmoil, his brows knitting helplessly. He yielded to the “baby” and “darling” Xie Wuchi called him in the heat of arousal. Slowly straightening his waist, he mirrored the motion, swaying his hips and rubbing against him. Searing hot, so hard… so thick… with a slight tackiness as skin met skin. Shi Shu rubbed against him, the friction mounting in pleasure, but after just two grinds, the shaft slipped sideways, rubbing against his abs instead.
Xie Wuchi straightened it back in place, letting Shi Shu grind slowly. Shi Shu moved his hips; from this posture, it looked almost as though he were straddling him, taking the shaft between his thighs and grinding against it.
Shi Shu was too embarrassed to grind too forcefully, yet the pleasure never seemed to reach a peak. After a hesitant pause, he muttered, “Why doesn’t it feel as good for me as it does for you…”
Xie Wuchi understood: “Want me to do it?”
Shi Shu: “Do what?”
“Make you feel good.”
Shi Shu only felt Xie Wuchi thrust his hips slightly before sitting upright, leaning his back against the cool wall of the hot spring pool, cradling Shi Shu’s bottom firmly against his waist. Shi Shu gripped his shoulders, barely having time to feel puzzled before a hand wrapped around his lower belly.
Stroking the shaft with illicit precision, Xie Wuchi caressed, rubbed, and toyed with him, squeezing the sac beneath. Burning at his core, his chest heaving, Shi Shu collapsed against Xie Wuchi with a cry: “Ah!…”
Under the intense stimulation, with Xie Wuchi stroking his member with one hand and caressing the back of his hand with the other, Shi Shu sat slightly higher, his chest pressed near Xie Wuchi’s face. Hot breath washed over his collarbone as lightly calloused fingers rubbed the bud on his chest, then pinched it, rolling and kneading between his fingertips.
“Ah!…” Shi Shu’s waist arched sharply.
A jolt of electric numbness struck instantly. Shi Shu gasped sharply as his shaft was gripped and stroked, stimulated mercilessly to the tip. Before he could even register what was happening, a blank expanse engulfed his mind.
“Nngh… ah… ha-ah… Xie Wuchi…”
It was the first time Shi Shu had ever experienced such overwhelming stimulation, and to his chagrin, he came immediately. His chest heaved as he panted; even after he released, Xie Wuchi’s palm, slick with semen, continued to caress his length to prolong the pleasure. Shi Shu clutched at Xie Wuchi’s hair while his nipple was toyed with by a large hand, swollen in no time.
In the haze of post-orgasmic blankness, his swollen nipple was lightly flicked by the tip of a tongue, then taken into Xie Wuchi’s mouth.
“Ha…” Shi Shu went completely limp. It took a while for his vision to refocus, his chest already licked red. Looking down, his desire was stirred once more. Gasping, Shi Shu pushed at him: “Xie Wuchi, stop licking.”
“Did it feel good?”
Shi Shu nodded in confusion. “B-but…” His chest was taken into Xie Wuchi’s mouth again, feeling the firm, supple grind of his tongue: “…Xie Wuchi… you…”
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Author’s Note:
Saw a meme the other day:
Person A: The UK has entered winter time.
Person A: Will you come see me for Christmas?
Person B: What are you saying? Can’t read this.
Person B: I’m going to feed the chickens now.
I feel like this fits Xie Wuchi and Shi Shu so well.
What Xie Wuchi imagines defining their relationship looks like: A luxury cruise ship sailing across a turbulent gray sea until the waters turn blue; reciting a grand poetic monologue amid the seagulls and wind, confessing his feelings, embracing and kissing, maybe even a diamond ring that is the only one of its kind in the entire world.
What it’s actually like, courtesy of Xiao Shubao (Shi Shu): “Uh… wanna date?”
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