Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Amidst the wet, messy sounds of their kissing, Wen Cishu turned his lips away and pleaded softly, "Turn off the lights, okay?"

He desperately needed some clumsy attempts at concealment to mask the overwhelming shame in his heart.

Bao Tingyuan tightened his grip around Wen Cishu’s waist, their bodies pressed so close below the chest that they were nearly fused together, as he planted pecking kisses on his soft, sweet lips.

Seeing no response, Wen Cishu rubbed his nose tip against Bao Tingyuan’s cheek and murmured, "Hmm? Okay?"

No sooner had he spoken than he was turned around in Bao Tingyuan’s arms, guided step by step toward the wall where the light switch was, guided by Bao Tingyuan’s long strides.

Pinned against the wall, Wen Cishu felt Bao Tingyuan’s knee wedged between his slender thighs. As his lips and tongue were deeply invaded, he had no choice but to press his hips forward slightly in response, his head pressing against the hard wall as he let out a helpless moan— "Mmm..."

Then, his hand was gently lifted, and together they pressed the switch.

With a faint click, only the small lamp by the entrance remained, casting a soft, milky glow.

"Leave one on."

"Mm..." Wen Cishu’s temples and earlobes were repeatedly kneaded and caressed by Bao Tingyuan’s fingers, his knees gradually turning weak. Without realizing it, his hands had somehow found their way under Bao Tingyuan’s jacket, wrapping tightly around his waist.

Bao Tingyuan chose that moment to pause, frowning as he gazed at the man he had drawn into desire.

On that strikingly handsome face now was painted with spring's hues, his dewy dark eyes flecked with desire's light, reflecting only Bao Tingyuan’s image.

Lowering his lashes, Wen Cishu whispered tenderly, "Not sick of this face after ten years?" Before he could finish, his lips were sealed again in another fervent kiss.

When his breathing grew ragged once more, Bao Tingyuan released him and soothed, "I’ll go draw the bath."

Wen Cishu’s eyelids fluttered—were they really going to take a bath?

He had thought it would just be...

But perhaps it was for the best. Growing familiar with each other’s skin, he might grow less flustered over time.

Bao Tingyuan turned and walked toward the bathtub, digging fingers under his collar to tug it loose to relieve the stifling heat before swiftly undoing the buttons.

As he bent to turn on the faucet, slender arms snaked around his waist from behind, warmth pressing against his back.

Wen Cishu hugged him from behind, then, once Bao Tingyuan straightened, nuzzled his cheek against the firm, broad expanse of his back and asked in a muffled, bashful voice, "You... could you undress first?"

The moment the words left his mouth, he buried his entire face against Bao Tingyuan’s back, scorching hot with shame.

Bao Tingyuan didn’t answer immediately.

Wen Cishu knew the request sounded just a tiny bit... brazen. Left with no choice, he played the brat, hugging Bao Tingyuan’s waist and swaying slightly. "Daddy~~"

Bao Tingyuan took his hands and pulled them apart, turning around to face him directly. Meeting those flushed cheeks, he placed Wen Cishu’s fingers on his own shirt buttons.

Amidst the rushing sound of water, Wen Cishu realized what he intended. Pressing his lips together lightly, he let Bao Tingyuan guide his hands as they slowly undid the forbiddingly proper black shirt.

As the shirt parted, Wen Cishu’s gaze darted nervously, as if any lingering look would scorch him.

But when his hand brushed against Bao Tingyuan’s trousers, his dark pupils blew wide— "Uh..."

In a daze, he tried to pull back, but Bao Tingyuan held him firmly.

Bao Tingyuan countered in a low voice, "Expect me to bathe fully dressed?"

Wen Cishu's gaze quickly skimmed over the abdominal muscles before he steeled himself and jerked the zipper down abruptly, though his fingers still grazed something sensitive.

Memories of last night crashed into the present.

Wen Cishu felt like his whole body was on fire, his heart pounding violently. Just before suffocating, he shoved the man in front of him, turning him around so his back faced him.

His forehead pressed against Bo Tingyuan's back as he mumbled, "Don’t—don’t look at me, or I’ll pass out."

Bo Tingyuan tugged his arms forward, his chest pressing against him.

His scorching cheek seared into Bo Tingyuan’s skin.

After stripping off his own clothes and tossing them aside, Bo Tingyuan took his hand and asked, "Want me to help you undress?"

"N-no, no need."

Wen Cishu defaulted to politeness. "I can do it myself."

Bo Tingyuan let it go and stepped into the bathtub first, sitting down and looking up at him.

The lighting here was dim, Bo Tingyuan's green eyes glowing with a haunting depth.

Wen Cishu suddenly remembered his dream from the early hours—the slit-eyed stare of that python.

He spun away fast.

Last time, he had deliberately changed clothes in front of him, but this time...

Wen Cishu steadied himself. As usual, he didn’t bother with buttons and simply grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off. His pants, inner and outer layers, were yanked off in one go.

Quick and no-nonsense.

Before long, Bo Tingyuan was faced with a flawless, lean body, dark hair tumbling in waves.

In the dim light, it was like mist clinging to shadowed hills, the curves graceful and alluring.

Wen Cishu swiftly gathered his hair into a loose bun at the back of his head and slipped into the opposite end of the tub.

Seemingly casual, but making sure to stay apart from Bo Tingyuan.

Yet, he was still hauled against him.

Amid the splashing water, Wen Cishu’s arm grazed something very off-limits, making him so flustered he nearly jumped up.

"You—how could you—"

Bo Tingyuan gently kissed his ear. "Told you—I’m all out of meds."

Wen Cishu: ?.?

So that’s what he meant by running out of medicine. He’d totally misread that.

He shifted uncomfortably, sitting between Bo Tingyuan’s long legs, hands hovering awkwardly.

Bo Tingyuan lowered his head, his lips grazing the hair at the nape of Wen Cishu’s neck.

A few strands of black hair had escaped the bun, clinging to his fair, soft skin, looking cute and tousled.

He took a damp towel and slowly wiped Wen Cishu’s delicate shoulders, then trailed down his arms with gentle strokes.

Under his gentle and considerate movements, Wen Cishu gradually relaxed, but leaning back meant pressing against that burning heat, so he turned sideways and leaned against the edge of the bathtub.

Noticing this, Bao Tingyuan bent his left leg, letting Wen Cishu rest against his knee.

He slowly wiped Wen Cishu’s skin with a towel, starting from his back, down to his slender waist, and further below.

Over and over, until a faint pink flush appeared on his skin from the hot water and friction.

Wen Cishu gradually adjusted, planting a quick kiss to Bao Tingyuan’s knee before murmuring, “Want me to return the favor?”

After all, Bao Tingyuan had helped him twice, and he hadn’t had any adverse reactions.

Suddenly, Bao Tingyuan turned him around, pulling him to sit face-to-face on his lap.

Now, there was no avoiding their bodies pressed intimately together.

“Whoa—hold on a sec!”

Wen Cishu took several exaggerated breaths, letting out an exaggerated “Haah—!”

Bao Tingyuan rubbed his back soothingly, waiting for him to calm down.

Wen Cishu glared at him. “Could you warn me first? You’re gonna give me a heart attack!”

Bao Tingyuan kissed the corner of his beautiful eye, his nose brushing against soft skin as he asked in a low voice, “How should I ask, then?” He cleared his throat, adopting an overly formal tone. “Mr. Wen, may I—”

“Hey—Bao Tingyuan!”

Wen Cishu flailed his right hand in the water, thoroughly flustered. “You don’t speak when you should, and spout nonsense when you shouldn’t!”

Bao Tingyuan glanced at his quick-witted mouth before meeting his dark eyes. “Then, for what comes next… should I ask?”

“What?”

Before Wen Cishu could react, his hand was pulled and pressed down.

His hand found something hot and pulsing, jerking involuntarily.

His entire body tensed, forehead slamming against Bao Tingyuan’s shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut and whispered, “Please… don’t ask…”

A smirk played in Bao Tingyuan’s eyes as he kissed his damp temple. “Really? But this could take some time.”

Wen Cishu kept his eyes closed, mumbling incoherently, “Mmm… just treat it as… practice rounds…” Then, before suddenly biting into Bao Tingyuan’s shoulder, he growled, “Then quit teasing and get on with it!”

If anything, Bao Tingyuan would much rather be kissing those amusingly soft lips without restraint.

Of course, the alternative could also bring him intense pleasure—more directly and swiftly.

Amid the rippling water, Wen Cishu’s hand was guided into an act he couldn't bring himself to look at.

Bao Tingyuan’s deliberately restrained gasps were sinfully hot.

Wen Cishu’s pulse jumped wildly, as if it were his own body being cradled in that grasp.

Before long, Wen Cishu’s weak resolve also began reacting.

He wished he could sink through the floor.

Bao Tingyuan shifted them both, drawing him in until their bodies pressed skin-to-skin, his broad hand enclosing them together.

This was too overwhelming, leaving Wen Cishu completely boneless and buzzing with sensation.

Bao Tingyuan didn’t move immediately, patiently waiting for his heartbeat to steady before beginning.

Pressed skin-to-skin like this, Wen Cishu’s every nerve was alight, completely unable to control himself, and soon surrendered entirely.

Overcome with shame and frustration, he squeezed his eyes shut and slumped against Bao Tingyuan’s shoulder, playing possum.

Bao Tingyuan rested a hand on his back, stroking gently as if to soothe him.

Wen Cishu found that smug, overwhelming presence downright infuriating.

“Stop fussing over me and just get on with it!”

But Bao Tingyuan was in no rush, refreshing the bathwater before starting again—this time still guiding Wen Cishu’s hand back into place.

“Patience.”

Pressed against Bao Tingyuan’s chest, Wen Cishu was both furious and embarrassed, sinking his teeth in, marking him again in spiteful frustration.