Free Web NovelChapter 129: Who’s The Beautiful One Now?
"I... I don’t..." Xinyuan stammered, his sharp focus entirely melting away under the gentle pressure of his Guide’s touch.
"You can guess," Wenzhi murmured smoothly. He trailed his fingers down the bridge of Xinyuan’s nose, tapping the tip before letting his index and middle fingers splay deliberately against his lips.
Xinyuan parted his mouth to speak. "You want..."
Wenzhi didn’t let him finish the thought. He slipped his two fingers deep into Xinyuan’s mouth.
The sudden intrusion caught the Esper entirely off guard. Xinyuan’s pupils dilated instantly, a rush of heat rushing straight to his ears until they burned a deep, furious crimson.
He held Wenzhi’s gaze, completely frozen, his breath hitching as the intimacy of the act locked his jaw in place.
"I want you to suck my fingers... slowly, Xinyuan," Wenzhi whispered.
Xinyuan’s hand snapped up, his fingers locking firmly around Wenzhi’s wrist. He closed his lips tightly around the intrusion and began to suck, his tongue swirling around Wenzhi’s knuckles in a deliciously wet, lewd rhythm.
The friction sent a sharp bolt of electricity straight down Wenzhi’s spine, pooling heavily in his lower abdomen. He swallowed hard, his own chest heaving as a low, pleasured grunt rumbled from the back of Xinyuan’s throat.
Xinyuan closed his eyes, leaning fully into the sensation, and Wenzhi genuinely felt a wave of heat so intense he was certain he could cum from this alone.
Reaching out with his free hand, Wenzhi gently stroked the side of Xinyuan’s head, his fingers weaving through the dark, messy hair.
Xinyuan cracked his eyes open. The crimson tinge in his irises had darkened significantly, bleeding into a deep, rich wine color as his breathing grew thick and heavy. He dragged his wet tongue flat across Wenzhi’s fingers, his gaze locking with absolute devotion onto his Guide.
Wenzhi smiled at him, softly caressing the line of Xinyuan’s jaw. "Good boy. So good for me..."
A flush crept up the Esper’s cheeks.
Wenzhi laughed softly at the reaction, his thumb wiping a smear of saliva from the corner of Xinyuan’s mouth. "I think that’s enough."
Xinyuan immediately drew back, letting Wenzhi’s fingers slide free from his lips. But Wenzhi tightened his fist in Xinyuan’s hair, pulling the Esper down until their lips crashed together.
It was a deep, hungry, and thoroughly bruising kiss. The movement sending a wave of goosebumps rippling through both of their bodies.
Wenzhi tore his mouth away with a sharp, heavy breath, his chest heaving against Xinyuan’s.
"Take off our clothes," he commanded against his lips.
Xinyuan didn’t even waste his breath to speak. He moved with speed, stripping out of the loose sweatpants he was wearing before deftly sliding Wenzhi’s clothes down his legs and tossing them onto the floor.
The moment they were completely bare, Wenzhi didn’t wait to be pinned. He moved his weight until Xinyuan was lying flat on his back beneath him.
The Esper stared up at him, his eyes glassy and wide with a sudden, dawning realization of exactly what his Guide was planning to do.
Wenzhi reached down between their bodies. His hand closed firmly around Xinyuan’s heavy, throbbing length, his fingers instantly slicked by the clear coat of pre-cum at the tip. He began to stroke him in a slow, punishing rhythm, his grip tight and unyielding.
"Ah...." Wenzhi leaned down until his breath fanned across Xinyuan’s lips, his grey eyes burning with a dangerous, triumphant mischief. "Do you know what I want now, Shao Xinyuan?"
"I’m sure we both want the exact same thing," Xinyuan breathed out roughly.
Wenzhi’s smile widened. Without an ounce of hesitation, the same fingers that had just been slicked inside Xinyuan’s mouth traveled downward, pressing directly against the Esper’s tight entrance. He pushed in, working him open.
A fierce, sudden flush of deep crimson rushed across Xinyuan’s bare skin at the intrusion. Wenzhi immediately leaned down, capturing his lips to smother the gasp, kissing him deeply while stretching him out.
Xinyuan’s walls clenched around his fingers with a desperate, starving heat.
Wenzhi knew he should have gotten up to find some lube, but he honestly hadn’t anticipated that he would want to fuck Xinyuan this soon.
But judging by the way the Esper shuddered beneath him, his fingers digging into the mattress as a low groan tore from his chest, it was glaringly obvious that Xinyuan didn’t care about the lack of preparation anywhere near as much as Wenzhi did.
Xinyuan tried to seize control of the kiss, pouring pent-up longing into the contact of their lips.
Wenzhi was thoroughly amused. He took his sweet time, flexing his fingers to open Xinyuan up further, relishing the delicious, tight ripples of the Esper’s muscles reacting to his touch.
He dragged his lips down Xinyuan’s jawline, biting into his chin before pressing his mouth firmly against the column of his throat. He sucked hard against the skin, trying to leave his own marks to counter the heavy mosaic of bruises and fingerprints Xinyuan had left all over his own freckled body. But the moment he pulled back, the faint purple blemish was already fading.
Wenzhi pulled his fingers out with a sharp, irritated hiss, his brow furrowing. "I really hate your healing rate."
"Huh...?" Xinyuan muttered, his eyes completely dazed and glassy. A heavy note of raw disappointment bled through his tone the moment the fingers left his entrance.
Wenzhi channeled that exact frustration straight into his hips. He guided the head of his throbbing cock directly against Xinyuan’s opening and pushed.
Xinyuan instantly stiffened.
Wenzhi paused, holding himself back. He softened his expression, looking down into those vulnerable, needy eyes staring up at him through a heavy fringe of dark hair. The sight of the world’s most dangerous weapon looking so completely undone beneath him made Wenzhi leak heavily against his skin.
"Fuck... you have to relax, baby," Wenzhi murmured, intentionally weaponizing the pet name in a low, soothing tone.
It worked like a charm. Wenzhi felt the defensive tension drain out of the Esper’s body. Taking advantage of the release, Wenzhi smoothly slid all the way inside him in one deep push.
Xinyuan’s lips parted, a soundless gasp escaping his throat as his chest heaved. Wenzhi knew he wasn’t anywhere near as thick or long as Xinyuan was, but he was definitely more than enough to make him shudder.
Wenzhi began to roll his hips in slow, taxing circles. "Breathe. It’s not my fault we don’t have any lube around here."
Xinyuan let out a weak, breathy laugh, his hands moving up to lock around Wenzhi’s waist. "It feels... so good... don’t worry about it."
The confession brought a rush of relief to Wenzhi’s chest. He loved that he was the one completely commanding that beautiful, heavily muscled body to move, squirm, and arch under him. Xinyuan’s inner walls clenched around him like a vice as Wenzhi maintained a slow, punishingly deep pace.
"Oh... Zhi’er..." Xinyuan breathed, his head tossing back against the pillows in pure ecstasy.
Wenzhi leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss against his lips, holding him flush against his chest. "You like that?"
"Yeah... so much," Xinyuan groaned, his hips instinctively twitching upward to meet the friction.
Wenzhi quickened his pace into a harder, more aggressive drive. He reached down between their bellies, his hand firmly stroking Xinyuan’s length in tandem with his thrusts.
The dual stimulation had Xinyuan’s eyes rolling back, his body twitching before he came hard, the white release splashing thick across Wenzhi’s fingers and stomach.
The intensity made Wenzhi incredibly dizzy. Knowing he was right on the edge, he gave three more heavy, desperate thrusts before pulling out entirely, riding the wave of his own climax to come right across Xinyuan’s chest and torso.
Wenzhi collapsed slightly, panting for air as he rested his forearm against the headboard. Xinyuan lay beneath him, a beautifully ruined mess. He lazily reached up, his tongue sweeping across his lower lip to taste a stray smear of the release that had stained his mouth.
Wenzhi looked down at him, a smug, breathless smile curling his lips.
"Who’s the beautiful one now?" he teased softly, running a hand over his own sweat-slicked face before nudging the Esper’s shoulder. "Come on. Let’s go shower together."
Xinyuan’s eyelids fluttered, a soft, content smile gracing his dimpled face. "Okay."
