Fu Si Heng was half-kneeling in front of him, looking up.
Tao Zhi panted softly and heard Fu Si Heng ask, “What about the cake?”
“…We’re not eating it,” Tao Zhi replied in a trembling voice.
He couldn’t bear watching Fu Si Heng lick him like that. Better to be on the bed with his eyes covered by a pillow…
Or in his arms.
Fu Si Heng chuckled but said nothing, scooping Tao Zhi up and heading to the bathroom.
The older man loved carrying his little boyfriend like a child. Tao Zhi’s slender white legs wrapped around his waist, his arms tightly around Fu Si Heng’s neck.
In the bathroom, Fu Si Heng didn’t even undress him. He carried him straight under the showerhead and turned on the water.
Warm water cascaded from above, soaking Tao Zhi’s soft black hair. The streams ran down from his head, quickly drenching both their clothes, which clung tightly to their skin.
Fu Si Heng continued biting and licking him through the wet fabric.
Tao Zhi couldn’t keep his eyes open or stand steady, so he leaned his back against the steam-fogged wall.
He wanted to burrow into Fu Si Heng’s arms, but Fu Si Heng wouldn’t allow it.
Fu Si Heng loved licking him.
Everywhere, licking him thoroughly. The sheets often ended up soaked. At least this time it wasn’t on the bed… though that didn’t seem much better.
Tao Zhi’s back pressed against the wall, held up only by Fu Si Heng’s fingers digging into his waist. He bent his legs, his shoulders against Fu Si Heng’s.
Fu Si Heng had a great physique—broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His shirt was soaked too, clinging to his muscles.
The raised curve of his shoulder tensed as Tao Zhi’s knee brushed against it lightly.
Fu Si Heng’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He smiled at Tao Zhi’s dazed expression and turned him around.
Tao Zhi was always obedient and malleable, letting Fu Si Heng position him however.
His slender white fingers braced against the wall his back had just been against. Tao Zhi felt drained, his mind blank, still recovering when Fu Si Heng bit down along his lower back.
“Wu…” Tao Zhi let out an uncontrollable sob. His fingers on the wall curled tighter and tighter. When Fu Si Heng stood and covered the back of his hand with his palm, Tao Zhi nearly slipped.
Fu Si Heng’s arm hooked around his waist, lifting him up.
Tao Zhi’s fingers gripped the bulging muscles, clinging to Fu Si Heng.
“My tongue almost gave out just now,” Fu Si Heng said shamelessly, whispering right by his shy boyfriend’s ear. The water dripping from his chin made Tao Zhi’s head feel like it would explode from embarrassment.
“Baby, you’re a bit excited today.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
Whether he was excited or not, Tao Zhi didn’t know—all he knew was Fu Si Heng’s mouth kept running.
But his body was indeed heating up.
Burning with shame.
He stayed silent, head bowed as hot water poured over his back.
Fu Si Heng kissed his back again.
The prominent butterfly bones, the skin over them repeatedly caught between Fu Si Heng’s lips and teeth.
Tao Zhi blinked open his eyes after a moment.
The sensation behind him was intense—hot, pressing against him, grinding slowly but not advancing further.
Tao Zhi opened his eyes to see Fu Si Heng squeeze some body wash into his palm. He lifted Tao Zhi’s shirt hem and applied it to his chest, washing him?
Tao Zhi’s gaze went blank for an instant.
“…Not continuing?”
“There’s no lube in the bathroom,” Fu Si Heng said. He’d glanced at the vanity earlier and hadn’t seen any.
…Then let go if there isn’t.
Fu Si Heng’s fingers rubbed him to the point of discomfort.
It wasn’t a proper wash—his palm deliberately pressed on Tao Zhi’s abdomen, fingertips kneading the skin slowly.
Tao Zhi didn’t know why Fu Si Heng’s fingertips had such thick calluses; the sensation was both uncomfortable and pleasurable, leaving his eyes watery and him stuck in limbo.
Only after washing him did Fu Si Heng carry him out.
…
From the master bedroom to the guest room.
The master bedroom was unusable—the sheets were soaked in a huge patch, and the scent was heavy. At two in the morning, Fu Si Heng carried Tao Zhi back to the bathroom for another shower, changed him into comfortable sleepwear, adjusted the AC temperature, and tucked him into bed.
Tao Zhi was exhausted, but Fu Si Heng was still wide awake and energetic.
Seeing each other once a week clearly wasn’t enough for Fu Si Heng.
And they’d only done it twice that night, which was even less satisfying.
With Tao Zhi asleep, Fu Si Heng kept planting kisses all over his face. Tao Zhi found it ticklish and buried most of his face in the pillow, brows furrowed.
Fu Si Heng thought he looked adorable and was leaning down to nip his nose when his phone suddenly rang.
Tao Zhi’s brows furrowed deeper.
Fu Si Heng glanced over—it was a video call from Xu Yujia.
He answered it.
“Ah Heng, it’s Mian Mian’s birthday today,” Xu Yujia said. She’d seen the photo Fu Si Heng posted on Moments and called right away. There was a time difference; it was bright sunshine where she was. Propping her wide-brim hat, she said excitedly, “Where’s Mian Mian? I want to wish her happy birthday.”
“You should’ve told me earlier. I could’ve sent a gift back. Ah Heng, you’re so careless.”
The “Mian Mian” on the bed let out a hum.
Half his face emerged from the pillow, fluffy strands of hair falling over his forehead. He grumbled “Brother Fu” without opening his eyes.
Half-asleep, he’d heard the noise and rarely found Fu Si Heng annoying, but his tone remained soft and pleading. “Can you take the call outside?”
“Hanging up soon,” Fu Si Heng said.
But he remembered what Xu Yujia had just said.
Fu Si Heng angled the phone camera to show the sleeping Tao Zhi. “He’s asleep. It’s three a.m. here. Talk tomorrow.”
“?”
Huh?
Wait.
Xu Yujia stared at the little boy on her eldest son’s bed, mouth agape.
What was going on?
