Counting on that...on anything...requires bravery. Bravery he never thought he would have to give to anyone. Yet, when he sees Kexing, he feels like his pain fades away and that each day is whole and perfect. He has no complaints - only regrets.
And if there is a cure... Zishu will never harm himself again for any reason.
Pleasure is pooling in his stomach and Kexing will feel how very much Zishu wants him. His mouth goes dry and he gasps, his hands shaking as he touches any part of Kexing he can reach. His nails graze down those warm thighs...
"It's...that you're...Lao Wen." he smiles breathlessly, "I love your smiles... I love when you're stubborn. I want to hold you when you're angry and kiss you when you're sad. No one else can be Lao Wen, so I can't...be attracted... to them."
Just thinking about Zhou Zishu is generally enough to make him soften, getting see him in person? Oh. Even better. Every moment is precious, even when they argue. He just wants to stay at this man's side forever.
Oh, he feels it. And it sends a thrill through him that makes him shudder. That gasp demands a kiss! Kexing sets to kissing whatever he can reach, lingering, tender kisses with a flick of tongue as his body starts aching for more.
Those words fall over him like a warm blanket, wrapping around his wounded, bitter heart and encouraging it to snuggle in, inching towards light. He nudges his nose up Zishu's throat, flirtatious as he runs a hand down the robed chest to push the cloth at the other's waist out of the way so he can give those trousers a little tug.
"A-Xu..." A sigh, he loves calling for him. "Claim your Lao Wen."
There isn't any room for shame. Zishu wants him too badly! He helps push his robe out of the way, leaving only his chest covered. Then he pushes down his trousers, using his feet to free himself of them once they are around his ankles.
"Is that what you want?" he smiles softly, shyly, his arousal obvious between them. But even like this he can't be selfish. His fingers trickle over Kexing's cock, learning him.
"I had hoped...tonight might be special."
Zishu squirms just enough to pull out a small jar of oil from his pocket.
"Are you certain this is what you want? You don't need to do anything to please me."
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Date: 2021-05-04 02:29 pm (UTC)From:And if there is a cure... Zishu will never harm himself again for any reason.
Pleasure is pooling in his stomach and Kexing will feel how very much Zishu wants him. His mouth goes dry and he gasps, his hands shaking as he touches any part of Kexing he can reach. His nails graze down those warm thighs...
"It's...that you're...Lao Wen." he smiles breathlessly, "I love your smiles... I love when you're stubborn. I want to hold you when you're angry and kiss you when you're sad. No one else can be Lao Wen, so I can't...be attracted... to them."
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Date: 2021-05-04 02:54 pm (UTC)From:Oh, he feels it. And it sends a thrill through him that makes him shudder. That gasp demands a kiss! Kexing sets to kissing whatever he can reach, lingering, tender kisses with a flick of tongue as his body starts aching for more.
Those words fall over him like a warm blanket, wrapping around his wounded, bitter heart and encouraging it to snuggle in, inching towards light. He nudges his nose up Zishu's throat, flirtatious as he runs a hand down the robed chest to push the cloth at the other's waist out of the way so he can give those trousers a little tug.
"A-Xu..." A sigh, he loves calling for him. "Claim your Lao Wen."
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Date: 2021-05-04 03:05 pm (UTC)From:"Is that what you want?" he smiles softly, shyly, his arousal obvious between them. But even like this he can't be selfish. His fingers trickle over Kexing's cock, learning him.
"I had hoped...tonight might be special."
Zishu squirms just enough to pull out a small jar of oil from his pocket.
"Are you certain this is what you want? You don't need to do anything to please me."