Blankly, Tao Hua glanced between Shan Si's face, his sculpted chest, then his midriff. It lasted that way for a good minute or so, just as he attempted to process everything that was happening between the two.
But even so, it felt like his mind was trudging into murky waters, unable to form even a single thought. He was powerless against his own swelling needs.
Hands clumsily placed on Shan Si's stomach, his peach eyes narrowed not on his thighs, but what was in between. That's when reality slapped him hard in the face, causing it to burst with a flush he'd never imagined.
Shan Si didn't mind it any, as he was deeply enthralled in this exchange between the two and quite enjoyed the scenery. He removed one of his hands from Tao Hua's thighs, grabbing the fingers that curled on his stomach, and escorted them toward his groin.
Tao Hua's breathing sped up, almost to the point of hyperventilation when he saw the two hands, one over the other, pressed against what was clearly an erection housed by damp trousers. He tried to pull his hand away; however, Shan Si just held them firmly placed against his, stubbornly refusing to remove even an inch.
In fact, he shoved them further against it, tightening his slacks tenfold, and folding Tao Hua's thin fingers around it.
"Hngh…this…" Tao Hua began, but his lashes lulled the more Shan Si moved his hand, marking him dumbfounded. Especially at his own body's reaction; the way his shoulders hunched inward and his body unconsciously leant toward Shan Si.
It was as if he had no control over himself.
Removing his hand from Tao Hua's, Shan Si no longer had to guide him, as his attention was solely focused on his movements—up and down along the fabric. In truth, he couldn't tell if they were still soaking wet, or that was the influence of his reaction.
What did he know?
Hand brushing along Tao Hua's cheek, toward his temple, Shan Si gently caressed it before assisting him closer to his body, as if it were necessary to quell some sort of addiction. The closer Tao Hua got, the more he could feel Shan Si's breaths—the excitement that welled in each hefty response.
Placing his forehead against Shan Si's shoulder, Tao Hua's brows furrowed and his eyes glazed, watching as he increased the speed of his hand.
He wasn't sure what went through his mind, or why excitement surged each time he stroked the imprinted fabric.
"Good," Shan Si soundlessly praised him. His voice held the slightest tremble, just a whisper away from his ear, which only edged Tao Hua further, drowning him in his own world. He lead his hand along the black strands of Tao Hua's hair, and then toward the fabric of his shirt, slowly sliding it off his shoulders.
"Do exactly that, but without this," he said, referring to Tao Hua's shirt.
"Heoh…Mn…" Tao Hua nodded, moving his hand to Shan Si's waistband. He wavered only for a moment, but through the tempting of Shan Si excited tone, rubbing his hands on his arm, Tao Hua slowly pulled them down until his face was completely flushed.
Never in his life had he ever been so aware of the noises that echoed in a room. From fumbling fabric to the scratching mat, and all the noises in between, Tao Hua felt his senses renewed completely in that moment.
To avoid embarrassment, he buried his face against Shan Si's collarbone—just seeing it alone struck a nerve in him. His lips practically ran dry with laborious gasps.
"Ha…ha…"
Shan Si softly chuckled at Tao Hua's reaction, assisting his awkwardly kneading hands with removing his pants, nudging Tao Hua aside to drag them off his legs and toss them toward the ground.
He moved to his waist, slipping his fingers into Tao Hua's pants. Face still implanted into Shan Si's collarbone, Tao Hua placed his hands on Shan Si's and shook his head.
"No?" Shan Si tipped his head, his brow arched. "Surely Tao Hua doesn't expect it to be only me who's stripped?"
Rapidly, Tao Hua continued shaking his head. After finally steadying his breathing, he lifted his head from Shan Si's body, straightening his back. His efforts were half-assed, as he still hunched.
Eyes shifting away, he utterly refused to look Shan Si in the face or down below at what was throbbing with excitement.
He directed his attention to his pants, removing them inch by inch—the cloth brushed along his hard, and helpless as he was to the feeling, Tao Hua jolted forward, a surprised moan slipping out before immediately clenching his teeth.
Shan Si, on the other hand, brought his thumb to his lips, the tip pushing the corner of his bottom lip in and grazing it along his upper teeth of his heated smile.
For a bit, Tao Hua struggled, removing what should have been simple. He was pinned between his overthinking thoughts and his own trembling hands, feeling the hue of exposure examine him intimately.
Simply put, there wasn't any part of him that wasn't revealed in the sexual sense—for the first time, ever. The few occasions he'd relish in such indulgence, it was always swift and alone, all instances able to be counted on one hand.
Eventually, Tao Hua had taken up so much precious time that Shan Si had to take over. Not that he minded, despite his patience with this man, he couldn't wait a moment longer and gave in to his appetite.
"Ah!" Tao Hua cried, his body weakening and falling into the other's.
Hand back in Shan Si's, he was made to coil his fingers around both arousals. At the touch of one against the other, Tao Hua swallowed down a sharp gasp, and as soon as Shan Si started using their conjoined hands to stroke, his cries devolved into soft, inescapable, pitiful whimpers.
Completely inundated, Tao Hua's vision obscured. The faster Shan Si rubbed his hand along the two, the more Tao Hua choked against his own needy cries.
"W-Weird…" Tao Hua mumbled, staring down at their hands, watching as the liquid slathered around their fingers. "It…It feels weird…!"
The feeling was one that was intense and amazing, but also far too overwhelming, all at once. A feeling as if an explosion was about to ignite that very instant.
Shan Si pressed a kiss against the side of Tao Hua's head, and with his other hand, he removed Tao Hua's, bringing it to his shoulders.
"It will," Shan Si assured him, trying to keep his own composure. He smoothed his fingers along Tao Hua's cheek, moving the sweaty pieces of hair out of his face, and then tipped his head. "But Tao Hua is doing so good. Can he keep going? Just a little longer?"
Meeting his eyes, Tao Hua noticed just how enveloped in the moment Shan Si was, overrun with pleasure. How he managed his tone, and hadn't slipped up like Tao Hua, he wasn't sure.
But even if he tried to think about it, his mind melted into a puddle of his own pleasure. And thus, Tao Hua found himself completely submitted to his every whim and wish.
He nodded, and with a smile, Shan Si leaned in and kissed him, breathing the words, "Good," against his lips. Though the staggering sense of release continued to well up in Tao Hua, he gave in to that kiss, and aggressively so. His mind ran blank, and his lips moved from Shan Si's mouth to the corner, onto his cheek, all between ragged moans.
At the height of it all, his fingernails dug into Shan Si's shoulders, nearly clawing instinctively. Tao Hua squashed his cheek against his, lifting his body and lowering it repeatedly, as if he couldn't get enough of this thrill. His lips parted, and with a swarm of intense, pleasurable emotion, all welling into one cry, he helplessly called out Shan Si's name over and over and over, slurring inaudible pleas.
This continued, the intensity erupting in his abdomen, rising higher and higher until his energy completely drained at the moment of surrender.
Shan Si must have been in the same state of mind. Just as Tao Hua's body went limp, his chin resting on Shan Si's shoulders and fingers rubbing along gleaming sweat along his arms, Shan Si had hugged him so tightly it felt like his body would break. He lathered Tao Hua's nape, neck, and shoulder with countless rough kisses.
But amid Tao Hua's exhaustive breaths, he didn't seem to care and wanted to be completely devoured by this man's sweltering embrace. He was simply out of it, staring half-lidded at the wall behind Shan Si.
Everything around him felt muffled as he narrowed in on every blurred crack on the wall, not once registering Shan Si speaking his words of praise of Tao Hua.
The two remained pressed against each other for another moment longer—perhaps two, three, maybe four—until Shan Si finally concluded Tao Hua was fine.
He parted them, kissed his temple, and delicately laid Tao Hua on his side. Tao Hua mindlessly watched as walked around the room, cleaning himself off, throwing on his pants, and then rubbing down Tao Hua as well.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed since then.
Still stuck in his daze, he just observed before placing his hands along Shan Si's and tracing it while he cleaned him off. Then, as their eyes met, Shan Si leaned in to kiss him once more.
Tao Hua loved this kiss more than any they had shared since their confession the night before. It was the type of kiss that didn't push further than necessary and lingered longer than any passionate kiss ever could. It was brimming with affection, so much so that when their lips parted, it hurt.
Sat at the edge of the lift, Shan Si sorted the drying clothes. He picked up an inner layer of Tao Hua's intricate festival outfit and dangled it over Tao Hua before gently laying it along his body.
Tao Hua held the robe close to his chest, the fabric flowed along his body like a downward brook, akin to a miniature waterfall along each crook. Blinking, he wasn't sure what to do with it, and looked at the white fabric in his hands before shifting his eyes toward Shan Si.
That stupor had yet to recede, and thus not much really made sense to him outside of Shan Si.
Pushing himself toward Tao Hua, along the mat, he reached his arm to support Tao Hua's back, inclining toward him. In that moment, it felt as though the warmth of his shadow would engulf Tao Hua whole.
"Um!" Tao Hua gasped, his entire face scrunching as if finally returning to his senses, bursting forth a well of anxiety. "I-I don't think I can do more—!"
His body tensed, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his robe; he truly couldn't! It was his first time doing anything of the sort, and he was completely spent. This poor soul of a man.
However, Shan Si only pressed a kiss to his forehead. He grabbed the fabric and stretched it around Tao Hua's torso as if to dress him.
"Get dressed," he said, leaving Tao Hua stunned in a stare, a slight guilt looming due to his assumption. Once the robe was neatly over his shoulders, Shan Si returned to his seated position at the edge and started dressing himself with his own damp clothes.
Chapter end.