( There's nothing else to say, but Wen Kexing cannot have Zhou Zishu call for him so sweetly without some sort of recognition. His lips quirk however, as though they're aware of the source of his attention, twitching into a bright smile. He finds he likes this, the heavy heat of Zhou Zishu's straining cock trapped between his fingers, as well as the steadying weight of his hand at the back of his head. He'd been ... nervous, almost, which feels strange to think of when considering how many times he's done this, but perhaps it is because it is the first time that it matters.
And it does. Nothing else ever has.
He licks his dry lips, presses closer to nuzzle his nose against the hollow of Zhou Zishu's throat, fingers gliding upwards to twist around the flushed head. His mouth then starts a slow, meandering pattern across his skin, collarbone, chest, lips ghosting over one of the many scars before they leave to suck a pebbled nipple between them. Another hum, dark gaze flitting upwards as his tongue drags hot over it. A beat, and then he moves to apply the same sort of scrutiny to it's twin, taunting it into the same stiff peak. )
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( There's nothing else to say, but Wen Kexing cannot have Zhou Zishu call for him so sweetly without some sort of recognition. His lips quirk however, as though they're aware of the source of his attention, twitching into a bright smile. He finds he likes this, the heavy heat of Zhou Zishu's straining cock trapped between his fingers, as well as the steadying weight of his hand at the back of his head. He'd been ... nervous, almost, which feels strange to think of when considering how many times he's done this, but perhaps it is because it is the first time that it matters.
And it does. Nothing else ever has.
He licks his dry lips, presses closer to nuzzle his nose against the hollow of Zhou Zishu's throat, fingers gliding upwards to twist around the flushed head. His mouth then starts a slow, meandering pattern across his skin, collarbone, chest, lips ghosting over one of the many scars before they leave to suck a pebbled nipple between them. Another hum, dark gaze flitting upwards as his tongue drags hot over it. A beat, and then he moves to apply the same sort of scrutiny to it's twin, taunting it into the same stiff peak. )