Chapter 94 Part 2

Tao Zhi’s expression stiffened.

The moment he sat down, he felt the unusual sensation.

Even through the fabric, it was so obvious.

Tao Zhi’s expression turned a bit panicked.

No matter how many intimate moments they’d shared with Fu Si Heng, every time he felt this thing, his heart still raced. Not only did his expression stiffen, but his body did too, his clear eyes looking helplessly at Fu Si Heng.

…It only made one want to bully him hard.

“Lower a bit.” Fu Si Heng’s fingertip rubbed his waist dimple.

Tao Zhi was silent for a few seconds, seemingly hesitating, but eventually did as told.

Once seated properly, Fu Si Heng took his hand.

Tao Zhi had never looked at Fu Si Heng so clearly before.

Before things went all the way, Fu Si Heng was quite generous, with strong service spirit—as long as Tao Zhi was happy. But Tao Zhi hadn’t even given it a proper look.

Because Fu Si Heng mostly favored legs most of the time.

In a prone position, Tao Zhi could only feel, not see.

He did use his hands sometimes, but then he usually buried his face in Fu Si Heng’s chest, not deliberately looking.

He found it scary.

Only now did he see it completely and clearly.

What the thing that bullied him for hours every week looked like.

Fierce, solid abdominal muscles, powerful mermaid lines vanishing from both sides of his waist into… the shadow.

Tao Zhi’s back straightened, his gaze a bit dazed. It took a while to focus before his trembling lashes shifted away.

…Then shifted back.

Fu Si Heng cupped his face and brought it back: “Hiding from what?”

“N-Not hiding.” Tao Zhi’s eyes stared for a while longer.

His cheeks heated up unbearably, so his gaze shifted slightly… upward.

“…The art academy was recruiting models before.” Tao Zhi blurted out something random.

Fu Si Heng: “Hm?”

“Cough, the hourly pay was pretty high.” Under tension, Tao Zhi spouted nonsense.

Fu Si Heng huffed a laugh, half-amused, half-annoyed, and pinched his cheek.

Fu Si Heng didn’t rush Tao Zhi; Tao Zhi did some mental preparation himself before placing both hands on it.

He kept his head down, very serious about it.

…

Actually, he didn’t really want to be that serious.

Mainly, not lowering his head meant meeting Fu Si Heng’s gaze, which was even more uncomfortable for him.

Even without looking now, he felt the scorching gaze from above.

It made his face burn.

And the occasional heavy breaths… Tao Zhi suddenly felt the room was so stuffy and hot.

He felt like he was sweating from the heat.

But no sweat beads slid down his forehead.

“Mm.” Tao Zhi’s palm pressed a bit hard, as if he hadn’t controlled it and hurt himself; his tender palm instantly turned red.

Tao Zhi bit his lip, still not lifting his head, and just mumbled: “What now…”

“Faster, baby.” Fu Si Heng said hoarsely.

Tao Zhi: “…”

“Why aren’t you done yet?” A few minutes later, Tao Zhi couldn’t help complaining.

His hand was so sore; he shook it without thinking and sighed.

“That’s only a few minutes.” Fu Si Heng smiled.

If it ended like this, where would he put his face?

Though he was older than Tao Zhi, it wasn’t to that extent.

Tao Zhi: “Ah? Only a few minutes?”

But he felt like it had been over ten minutes already.

Tao Zhi diligently continued his work.

This serious look made Fu Si Heng really want to laugh. He leaned in, kissed his boyfriend’s cute cheek, and covered his hand with his own.

The palm beneath was very soft, easy to hold.

Slender, delicate fingers climbed on top, guided by Fu Si Heng’s grip.

With Fu Si Heng helping, Tao Zhi was much more relaxed.

But going on like this forever wasn’t a solution.

“Not done yet?” A few minutes later, Tao Zhi asked softly.

Fu Si Heng: “Can’t take it?”

“My hand hurts a bit.” Tao Zhi answered honestly.

One hand couldn’t grip it fully; using both hands doubled the effort. After so long, his palms were red.

“Okay.” Fu Si Heng agreed.

He bent forward, forehead to forehead with Tao Zhi, his hot breath making Tao Zhi tremble instinctively.

“Do you know when the first time was?” Fu Si Heng, who had been quiet, started talking again.

Tao Zhi knew what he meant; his lashes fluttered sharply, ignoring him.

“Sixteen years old.”

Fu Si Heng’s voice was thick with desire.

He stared at Tao Zhi, his gaze like he wanted to devour him.

Tao Zhi had nowhere to hide; he tried to look away, but Fu Si Heng pulled his gaze back.

The difference in their body sizes was too obvious.

Tao Zhi needed both hands to hold it; Fu Si Heng’s one palm easily covered him completely, with spare hand to pinch his cheek, forcing eye contact.

“Afternoon, it was very hot that day, hot enough to irritate.”

This jerk insisted on making him look while saying it.

“Just came down from the fencing room.”

“I was alone in the room…”

“…Ah.” Tao Zhi exclaimed in surprise.

As Fu Si Heng spoke, he got himself worked up and thrust upward suddenly, hitting Tao Zhi’s palm base and drawing a not-small sound.

“Shh, baby, quieter.” Hot breath sprayed on Tao Zhi’s face as Fu Si Heng kissed his brow: “Mom’s still upstairs.”

“Y-You didn’t say she couldn’t hear?” Tao Zhi’s heart leaped, looking at him nervously.

“Hm?” Fu Si Heng feigned confusion: “Did I say that?”

Tao Zhi: “…”

“You’re the one saying all that…” Tao Zhi was a bit speechless.

Fu Si Heng chuckled lowly.

He kissed from brow to nose tip.

His eyes full of intense emotion looked at him, occasional groans from his throat making Tao Zhi avert his gaze helplessly.

But looking down at that sight made him look up again.

The visual stimulation was too intense.

Veins prominent, bulging with power, somewhat ferocious.

Tao Zhi awkwardly looked up at the ceiling.

Fu Si Heng suddenly breathed heavily, pressing Tao Zhi tightly into his arms, eagerly sniffing his scent, burying his face completely in his neck, his gasps making Tao Zhi’s heart pound wildly.

As if it would jump out.

Tao Zhi got dirtied, the thick scent filling his nose.

Fu Si Heng looked down.

Good, he hadn’t broken the skin.

But it was red, that was true.

Fu Si Heng looked up and kissed Tao Zhi’s forehead.

“Baby.”

Kissing and calling him.

Kisses trailed from forehead downward, dense on his face as Fu Si Heng cupped his face.

Tao Zhi’s eyes couldn’t even open from the kisses.

Fu Si Heng held his face kissing, Tao Zhi’s hands resting on Fu Si Heng’s.

Nose tip, lips, chin, trailing downward.

His high nose bridge poked Tao Zhi’s belly, nipping the thin skin.

The sudden sensation tensed Tao Zhi’s feet.

His fair, jade-like arches strung tight like a zither string.

He uncomfortably grabbed Fu Si Heng’s shoulders with both hands, calling his name softly: “Fu… Brother Fu…”

“Sweet.”

After swallowing, Fu Si Heng’s nose rubbed his cheek.

Over and over.

Entwined and lingering, very clingy.

Tao Zhi: “…”

Tao Zhi’s toes slowly curled.

After several minutes, he hugged Fu Si Heng’s neck, got up silently, and bit Fu Si Heng’s shoulder.

Hiss.

Thick skin.