The swimsuit he had fantasized about for nearly half a year was now on Tao Zhi. Paradoxically, Fu Si Heng wasn’t in a hurry anymore.
Through the vague outlines, he continued imagining Tao Zhi’s body in the swimsuit, in no rush to strip off the shirt entirely for a good look.
“It’s… about enough, right.” Tao Zhi felt he had already let Fu Si Heng see and that Fu Si Heng should let him go… He pushed Fu Si Heng’s shoulders with both hands.
His face was entirely flushed from the kiss-induced breathlessness, radiant like peach blossoms, tender enough to drip water.
It didn’t look like refusal—more like flirting.
So Fu Si Heng didn’t let go.
Fu Si Heng’s hand slipped in from the shirt’s hem, fingers touching the swimsuit fabric. Tao Zhi’s body instantly stiffened.
His fingers roamed from the waist, brushing the smooth snow-white back, rounded shoulders, slender arms, and finally to the lower abdomen. After lingering a few seconds, Fu Si Heng’s fingers nudged aside the fabric covering his buttocks.
They easily slipped inside, immediately feeling Tao Zhi’s body tense.
“Baby, relax a bit.” Fu Si Heng said gently.
“H-How can I relax like this.” Tao Zhi asked him in a trembling voice.
His voice shook, his eyelashes trembled fiercely, his whole body uncomfortable everywhere. “Take it out quick…”
Fu Si Heng fell silent again.
He kissed Tao Zhi’s forehead, eyelashes, and dainty nose tip.
The kisses were light, like soothing.
Tao Zhi silently parted his lips.
His body was already very familiar with Fu Si Heng’s touches. The man’s rough fingers made his back arch straight, and he fidgeted restlessly, rubbing against Fu Si Heng’s knee as if trying to escape.
He failed to escape and instead tensed even more from the cool liquid.
When exactly…
While doing these things to him, Fu Si Heng kept kissing to soothe.
He kissed to his ear, sticky wet sounds indistinguishable from where they came.
“Baby, you’re so cute. I want to lick you.” Fu Si Heng whispered in his ear.
“…”
That simple sentence made Tao Zhi recall last week’s events.
It was an extremely shameful memory.
Even more shameful than the one at the sink.
Tao Zhi shook his head fiercely. “N-No, no licking.”
“Really no?” Fu Si Heng confirmed with him.
Tao Zhi nodded vigorously again, afraid a slow response would be rejected.
“What a pity.” Fu Si Heng said.
But he didn’t force it.
Fu Si Heng trailed from the earlobe downward, lips and teeth enveloping Tao Zhi’s cute left cheek, then kissing from the cheek to his chin and neck.
He lowered his head and bit open the buttons of Tao Zhi’s shirt.
In such a tense moment, Fu Si Heng still had time to chat with him. “This will become my favorite shirt from now on, baby. Don’t get it dirty.”
No sooner had he spoken than the shirt suddenly got soaked.
Very abruptly.
Tao Zhi was stunned.
From tension, his body had been clenched tight, subconsciously straining. But just now, suddenly, Fu Si Heng’s fingertip pressed hard, and very abruptly, his body relaxed all at once.
The entire lower hem of the shirt was drenched.
Liquid dripped down his thigh to the floor.
Plop, it hit the ground.
“…It wasn’t me.” Tao Zhi snapped back, his head dizzy, vision blurry.
Intense shame enveloped him, making him unable to face it.
This was the first time in his life he tried to shift blame, sobbing on the verge of collapse. “You dirtied it.”
Fu Si Heng laughed again.
Where did such a cute baby come from?
“No problem, it can be washed and worn again.” Fu Si Heng murmured low by his ear. “But what to do—whenever I wear this shirt from now on, I won’t be able to help thinking of…”
“Y-You, don’t say it…” Tao Zhi cried.
His hands braced on Fu Si Heng’s shoulders, limbs drawing tight together, his voice trembling obviously.
He really couldn’t take it anymore. Fu Si Heng’s hand was still moving, and Tao Zhi felt his body go limp without strength. He had no choice but to hug Fu Si Heng’s neck, burying his face like an ostrich.
“…Can’t continue.” Tao Zhi was a bit tired and wanted to sleep.
Fu Si Heng agreed verbally but didn’t let go. He even pulled the swimsuit aside a bit more.
The soggy clothes clung uncomfortably to his legs, but Fu Si Heng wouldn’t let him take them off.
Tao Zhi fidgeted restlessly, his forehead rubbing against Fu Si Heng’s shoulder.
He wanted to ask how much longer, but Fu Si Heng lifted him up slightly then.
The familiar motion snapped him alert. Recalling the earlier licking comment, Tao Zhi instantly perked up. “N-No, can’t.”
“Can’t?” Fu Si Heng looked at him.
“No licking.” Tao Zhi panicked. “Who knows what it’s made of, can’t, can’t…”
How was Fu Si Heng like this!
How could he want to eat anything!!!
It had been the same last week.
On the bed, Fu Si Heng said he wanted to lick him. Tao Zhi thought it was like the sink time, but… Fu Si Heng had no bottom line—he swallowed it all.
Tao Zhi hadn’t dared face it then, but on Fu Si Heng’s bed… somehow…
Today was different.
Really couldn’t today.
Last time no lube, today there was—who knew the ingredients, if it was toxic, if it could be eaten.
Tao Zhi considered Fu Si Heng and panicked with sweat beading, trying to get off him. But Fu Si Heng didn’t take it seriously at all.
The shirt hem in front swayed with Tao Zhi’s movements, brushing Fu Si Heng’s nose tip.
“I don’t want to.” Tao Zhi shook his head.
Fu Si Heng asked unhurriedly, “Don’t want what?”
“…Don’t want.”
Swallowing, Tao Zhi forced it out. “Don’t want to sit on your face.”
Fu Si Heng raised a brow.
“Did you hear me!” Tao Zhi really panicked!
“I heard, don’t want to.” He said so, but still lifted Tao Zhi’s buttocks.
As Tao Zhi panicked, Fu Si Heng let go.
Tao Zhi sat back fully on Fu Si Heng’s knee.
In an instant, his expression froze on his face.
“Okay, Little Zhi, all up to you.” The older man said shamelessly.
