Fu Si Heng’s frequency wasn’t actually that high.
As he said himself, he only did it occasionally when he had too much energy but was too lazy to move.
When he did it, he didn’t have any fantasy object in mind, and he certainly didn’t watch any messy videos.
At most, he leaned against the headboard, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, occasionally glancing out the window or lowering his eyes, finishing it like completing a task.
Because he didn’t experience much pleasure from it, he had always been disinterested in such matters.
A young man’s body would accumulate to a critical point before he symbolically relieved it.
It was far less interesting than now.
Tao Zhi sat in his lap, his back against Fu Si Heng’s chest, while Fu Si Heng rested his chin on Tao Zhi’s shoulder. With just a tilt of his head, he could kiss the small, delicate earlobe.
Fu Si Heng pressed tightly against him, nibbling on his earlobe, kissing and biting alternately.
“Baby, Little Zhi.” Fu Si Heng kept calling out to him, his voice tender and lingering.
But that wasn’t enough. He trailed upward, the sticky sounds transmitting into his eardrum, making Tao Zhi dazedly wonder if the noise was really coming from inside his ear.
Tao Zhi was muddled, blinking twice before his legs instinctively clenched, only to be parted by Fu Si Heng’s palm.
Such fair legs.
Snowy white and delicate, with a slight softness.
Tao Zhi was slim everywhere else, but his thighs surprisingly had some meat, and there was a vivid red mole on the side of his leg.
Fu Si Heng caught sight of it from the corner of his eye and naturally recalled several nights when he had left bite marks on that red mole.
The image in his mind darkened his gaze, and he bit down on Tao Zhi’s thin ear tip.
Tao Zhi immediately let out an “ah,” gasping weakly and speaking in broken sentences: “Didn’t… didn’t you say no tonight…”
“Hm? I’m not doing anything.” Fu Si Heng put on an innocent face.
Tao Zhi’s waist softened from the kisses, and he started to slide down a bit. Fu Si Heng pulled him back up into his lap, kissing his cheek.
Tao Zhi silently parted his lips.
This dazed expression made the veins on the back of Fu Si Heng’s hand bulge. He lowered his head and kissed his neck again.
His hand suddenly tightened.
Tao Zhi nearly collapsed, his whole body embedding into Fu Si Heng’s embrace.
They pressed very tightly together.
Tao Zhi trembled his lashes as he came back to his senses, his fingers twitching before he realized his nails had dug deeply into Fu Si Heng’s forearm.
He had even scratched marks into it.
After being dazed for a few seconds, Tao Zhi withdrew his hand, his gaze refocusing.
Looking at the marks he had made, for the first time, he unkindly thought that Fu Si Heng had brought it on himself…
The thought had just emerged when Tao Zhi’s belly felt a wave of heat.
Looking down, he discovered that Fu Si Heng’s hand had come out at some point, lifting his shirt hem and pressing his palm against Tao Zhi’s belly.
The wheat-colored palm stuck to his stomach. Fu Si Heng’s fingers moved.
Tao Zhi’s lashes trembled again.
He pursed his lips and evasively shifted his gaze: “What are you doing…”
“Touching you.” Fu Si Heng answered seriously.
Tao Zhi: “…”
“…Go wipe it clean.” Tao Zhi’s slender fingers clung to Fu Si Heng’s arm as he looked aside, wanting to find tissues.
He spotted them, but Fu Si Heng wouldn’t let him get them.
“Don’t wipe it on me.” His voice, fresh from the climax, was slightly hoarse, the ending sticky and coquettish: “It’s dirty. Go wipe your hand.”
“Where’s the dirt?” Fu Si Heng disagreed.
Not only did he disagree, he deliberately wiped it on Tao Zhi’s belly.
Fu Si Heng really liked Tao Zhi’s body, especially this thin belly.
The delicate and pretty little guy—press a bit hard, and the shape showed through.
Sometimes, with naughty intentions, he would press with his palm, eliciting whiny pleas for mercy.
It was unbearably cute.
Fu Si Heng bit his earlobe, his fingers unceremoniously wiping everything onto the fair, soft little belly.
Tao Zhi lowered his eyes to watch Fu Si Heng’s actions, his lips twitching twice.
Pervert.
Old pervert.
By the time Fu Si Heng finished wiping, Tao Zhi had mostly recovered. He pushed away the iron-like arm of the older man and reached for the tissues on the nightstand.
But his belly was sticky and wouldn’t wipe clean; rubbing hard with the tissue didn’t help.
Tao Zhi reached to pull open the drawer, checking if there were wet wipes inside.
As he rummaged, Fu Si Heng watched him from the side.
The so-called sleepwear Tao Zhi wore was actually Fu Si Heng’s black shirt.
He had deliberately chosen the black one today because white was too sheer; a little water stain, and everything showed through.
Black offered a bit more security.
At least Fu Si Heng wouldn’t bite through the fabric from outside, making wet spots especially obvious.
And the underwear came from Fu Si Heng’s car.
There was a box of Tao Zhi’s underwear in Fu Si Heng’s car because they had dirtied a pair in the car once, and Fu Si Heng bought them to keep handy.
Tao Zhi wore this outfit, his back to Fu Si Heng.
His slim, pretty body bent down as he knelt on the bed, his hips slightly raised, rummaging in the bottom drawer of the nightstand for wet wipes.
Fu Si Heng watched Tao Zhi’s movements from the side, feeling his throat itch and craving a smoke.
But he didn’t move.
He just quietly watched Tao Zhi’s back.
Tao Zhi found wet wipes in the drawer, opened them, and lowered his head to clean his belly first.
Then he turned back to look at Fu Si Heng.
Fu Si Heng leaned against the headboard, and when Tao Zhi’s gaze met his, he raised a brow.
Tao Zhi: “…”
Tao Zhi turned and started wiping Fu Si Heng’s hand.
He wiped each finger, cleaning off all the mess.
Fu Si Heng cooperatively held up his hand for Tao Zhi to help.
Tao Zhi kept his eyes down, his expression serious, but his face was very red.
It was unclear if it was lingering flush…
Or something else.
Fu Si Heng chuckled.
His right hand was being wiped by Tao Zhi, and Fu Si Heng used his left to pat Tao Zhi’s soft cheek, laughing: “And you say you’re not a wife.”
“Isn’t this my virtuous little wife?”
“…Don’t talk nonsense.” Tao Zhi finished wiping and got up to throw away the trash.
Before he could stand, Fu Si Heng hugged his waist and dragged him back into his arms.
This time, face to face.
Tao Zhi landed on Fu Si Heng’s lap, his hands instinctively bracing against his chest.
“No rush to throw it away; it’s still early.” Fu Si Heng pinched his waist and said calmly amid Tao Zhi’s puzzled gaze: “I’m not done yet. Didn’t you say earlier you’d help me recapture my teenage feelings?”
Tao Zhi: “…”
So the teenage feeling meant this?
