That was quite intriguing.
Fu Si Heng’s eyes darkened.
“Not cold?” A mature man’s restraint outdid a college boy’s.
Even struck breathless by the sight, he kept up the gentlemanly facade, asking calmly.
“Ah… a little.” Tao Zhi glanced at his legs, curling his fingers to tug the cape down, trying to cover his shivering knees hit by the cold wind.
He’d actually forgotten to wear tights.
There was AC in the mall and cab—no chill felt.
Now outside, after Fu Si Heng mentioned it, the cold hit Tao Zhi hard.
“Let’s go inside first.” Tao Zhi said to Fu Si Heng.
Fu Si Heng: “Mm.”
…
Entering the mall, warmth enveloped them at once. Tao Zhi’s exposed knees regained their heat.
“What do we do next?” Tao Zhi asked Fu Si Heng.
He’d never dated, knew nothing.
Fu Si Heng had no experience either.
His original plan was an amusement park or eco-park.
But Tao Zhi worried it’d tire him for travel tomorrow. His family’s little village had no direct airport or high-speed rail.
Those only reached the city, then bus to the county, then cab home.
Tomorrow would eat up the whole day on the road.
Couldn’t play too hard.
So the date spot changed to the mall.
“I’ll take you shopping? See if there’s anything you like.” Fu Si Heng suggested.
It sounded cliché, but Wei Yu told him dates were like that—his girlfriend loved shopping.
Fu Si Heng added, “Buy New Year’s gifts for parents and sister.”
“No, no.” Tao Zhi had no intention of fleecing Fu Si Heng’s wallet and refused quickly.
After refusing, he felt maybe that was too direct.
Not intimate enough.
Ah, so hard.
In guy mode, he had to keep distant and polite, act unfamiliar.
In girl mode, act close, like boyfriend-girlfriend.
All this back-and-forth was dizzying for Tao Zhi.
“Um, let’s watch a movie.” Though no dating experience, Tao Zhi heard classmates talk romance.
College aside—not that close. But high school was full of puppy love; he’d picked up bits.
Shopping, movies, dinner.
Do the last two today.
“Okay.” Fu Si Heng agreed.
But lately, there were no good movies—they were all waiting for Lunar New Year releases.
Tao Zhi browsed for a long time, finally picking an action flick.
Entering the theater, only about ten people scattered around. Fu Si Heng picked seats in the very back.
Uh.
The back?
Tao Zhi counted steps on the ticket, walking up while checking.
Stopping at the last row, a bad premonition surged. Pinching the ticket stub, he turned to Fu Si Heng behind him, eyes a bit puzzled.
“What’s wrong?” Fu Si Heng looked perfectly normal.
When their eyes met, his tone was even more puzzled than Tao Zhi’s gaze, like he truly knew nothing.
“…”
Fine.
Tao Zhi figured he was overthinking, shook his head without a word, and went to the far right seat in the last row.
Fu Si Heng’s seats today really sucked.
The theater was sparse, people unevenly spread. Several rows empty in front of them, their spot in the corner.
Like they were isolated.
Once seated, to leave, he’d have to climb over Fu Si Heng.
Good thing he hadn’t gotten a Coke—no mid-movie bathroom break.
Tao Zhi munched popcorn while watching the not-so-great action movie.
…
Fu Si Heng watched him instead.
No idea what he was watching for, but since the movie started, his gaze hadn’t shifted.
Even the boring rom-com in the villa’s media room hadn’t been like this. Now he wasn’t even pretending, staring until Tao Zhi grew tense, fidgety, devouring popcorn.
Being stared at for so long, Tao Zhi really couldn’t adapt. As he debated reminding Fu Si Heng, the man’s finger suddenly reached over, pressing his lip.
“?!”
Tao Zhi looked up, stammering, “W-What’s wrong?”
“Lip’s got something on it.” Fu Si Heng wiped it for him, tone upright, no hint of impropriety. “Popcorn bits.”
“Ah? Oh, oh, okay…” Tao Zhi nodded hurriedly.
He thought that was it. Popcorn gone, wiped clean—no more sudden reaches.
But it was just the start.
Later, fingers parted his lips, rubbing his sharp little canine, mischievously pinching the red tongue tip, then gripping his neck to pull him close, kissing his lips—all done naturally, as if rightful.
In the empty theater corner, Fu Si Heng held Tao Zhi’s upper lip pearl, sucking, nibbling.
Sticky, wet sounds rose in the quiet, drowned out by the action flick’s noise.
Fu Si Heng parted his lips, probing inside.
The soft inner walls, his breaths and saliva, were ruthlessly plundered by the man, then fed back.
Lips and teeth tangled, licking, sucking, no inch of his mouth spared—it was like being devoured alive.
“S-Slow down.” Tao Zhi gasped for air, trying to turn away.
Pinned back for more kisses.
Fu Si Heng’s fingers rubbed the soft flesh at his nape, murmuring low, “Butter popcorn’s sweet.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
Tao Zhi didn’t know how to react, eyes growing misty from the kisses. He just opened them to look at Fu Si Heng, only to get kissed harder.
So miserable.
So pitiful.
Finally sated, Fu Si Heng’s hand left his nape.
That skin burned from the grip.
Tao Zhi just sighed in relief when Fu Si Heng’s palm landed on his thigh next.
Bare thigh without tights—warm male palm against skin, Tao Zhi’s back stiffened instantly.
He opened his mouth.
Didn’t dare move.
Afraid moving would make Fu Si Heng do worse.
But staying still, Fu Si Heng did it anyway.
Man’s fingers reached the skirt hem—
Tao Zhi hurriedly pressed his hand down.
“N-No.” Stumbling plea. “This is a movie theater.”
“I know.” The older man chuckled.
On purpose.
“Will you pick up my calls after you go back?” Fu Si Heng really cared about this.
A month had passed with no resolution.
Holding that grudge until now, bullying the pitiful boy seemed to vent all his dissatisfaction.
“Will you reach out to me first? Hm?”
“Y-Yes, yes…”
At this point, Tao Zhi would promise anything.
His hand on Fu Si Heng’s, holding it down, not letting him move, while nodding furiously.
“Good.” Fu Si Heng finally relented.
He kissed Tao Zhi’s nose tip, praising, “”Baby’s such a good boy.””
