Withdrawal

Fu Zhi Zhou hadn’t wanted to define the relationship with Qiao Luo early, but ended up confessing; He didn’t want to kiss Qiao Luo so soon, but ended up french kissing. Now, in his pajamas lay the safety gloves that Qiao Luo bought sneakily. In his arms held a freshly showered, tender and moist little one. This was when he clearly understood that his plans were all for naught.

As the season turned to summer, Qiao Luo’s furry bright yellow pajamas changed to a tank top with short pants.

His legs were long, straight and slender. For the maximum level of comfort, his shorts were the biggest size, the loosest version. As long as Fu Zhi Zhou’s hand entered the opening of the pants, he was able to crawl up along the thigh and rub against Qiao Luo’s butt.

Qiao Luo was startled by Fu Zhi Zhou’s touch, but was very honest as he said stickly and delicately, “Not allowed to touch.”

One of Fu Zhi Zhou’s hands slung over Qiao Luo’s waist while the other gave two soft rubs on the fleshy meat. Then, he retracted his hand and took out the safety gloves, “Don’t allow me to touch you, but buy this secretly?”

Qiao Luo’s face turned red instantly. Once they reached home, Fu Zhi Zhou gave him a long kiss in the car and that made him forget all about the item he bought.

Now that he had seen it, his memories came back to him, but Qiao Luo insisted on pretending that nothing had happened, “You are my boyfriend, you can touch, but this is not bought by me.”

Fu Zhi Zhou threw the gloves on the bed, tugging Qiao Luo by the waist as he carried him up on his lap, “Yes, I paid for it, so it counts as I bought it.”

The two sat facing each other. Qiao Luo crossed his legs against the side of Fu Zhi Zhou, the two small calves knelt on the bed, the thighs pasted on Fu Zhi Zhou’s waist.

Fu Zhi Zhou’s home clothes were a set, made from silk, thin, light and soft to the touch, unable to cover the reaction below.

At such a close distance, Qiao Luo was almost immediately able to feel the vast difference between the hot object and his soft butt…… It felt very hard and rigid.

This was the first time Fu Zhi Zhou showed his desire so clearly in front of him. Qiao Luo wiggled uneasily, but was very quickly seized by the back of the head as Fu Zhi Zhou pulled his head down to suck him into a kiss.

Starting from his lips, he trailed to the ear lobe, teasing the small and exquisite lobe a couple of times, before speaking, “This thing has sizes. You bought the wrong one.”

Qiao Luo lay limp in Fu Zhi Zhou’s arms as his strength was sapped by Fu Zhi Zhou’s kiss. Steam blew out of his face as he listened in embarrassment. He buried his face in the crook of Fu Zhi Zhou’s neck and asked softly, “What should we do then?”

Fu Zhi Zhou pulled Qiao Luo’s hand towards the pocket inside his pajamas, touching the little square plastic box and a small bottle.

Qiao Luo’s hand shrinked back restlessly and Fu Zhi Zhou released his hold. He took out the things himself and dropped a kiss on the corner of Qiao Luo’s lips as he explained, “Bought it on your birthday.”

……

Fu Zhi Zhou didn’t want to torment Qiao Luo. Although it was the weekend, to truly have a sated hunger, one weekend wasn’t sufficient for Qiao Luo to rest. Furthermore, they had a wedding to attend on Saturday.

He didn’t wish to bring the little boyfriend who couldn’t walk properly out, otherwise it would only serve to prove that he was no less than a beast.

But with such a result, he was already as beasty as he could get.

His little boyfriend was now strengthless, panting hard as he lay softly on the bed. His eyes watery and droopy, pale pink surfaced all over his body, with some areas redder than others by a lot. One look was able to discern that he was bullied ruthlessly.

But once one had torn open the locked door, it wasn’t easy to close it back up.

Fu Zhi Zhou was no saint. He was originally easily carried away whenever he dealt with Qiao Luo.

For example, this current plight. He had just devoured the little friend who had yet to graduate from high school cleanly, yet he still had a surging desire in his heart, wishing to hear the sticky, messy, soft whispers again, to hear that one sentence that Qiao Luo had spoken when his consciousness was messed up.

He kissed Qiao Luo’s drenched hair, asking, “What did you call me just now?”

Qiao Luo was still gasping lightly, arched slightly in Fu Zhi Zhou’s embrace. He was extremely exhausted, his waist was sore, his legs were weak. He felt that one round of getting played by Fu Zhi Zhou was practically incomparably more tiring than practicing one whole day of dance.

He was dazed and didn’t understand Fu Zhi Zhou’s words. The tip of his nose pressed against the hot and sweaty chest of Fu Zhi Zhou. He bantered with Fu Zhi Zhou with a milky voice, “You are so stinky.”

Fu Zhi Zhou raised his small face from his chest and pinched his chin, asking in a pretentious act of being very scary, “I’m what?”

Qiao Luo was unafraid of death, “Super stinky!”

Fu Zhi Zhou pressed his lips against his while pinching the chin. His other hand brushed past Qiao Luo’s thin waist as he massaged his soft and meaty perks, “You are just as stinky now.”

Childish to death. Qiao Luo giggled but didn’t have much energy to begin with. He smiled sweetly and faintly. After laughing for a while, he bossily complained, “You are so fierce…… I can’t feel my body.”

Fu Zhi Zhou asked while bearing his grudges, “Who was the one that doubted my ability previously?”

Qiao Luo instantly forged his death. He was afraid that Fu Zhi Zhou wanted to prove him wrong once more. He cajoled Fu Zhi Zhou by kissing his jaw and said as a change of topic, “Carry me to bathe. I’m so sticky that it feels uncomfortable.”

The stickiness was from Qiao Luo. Fu Zhi Zhou’s stickiness was thrown into the waste basket.

Fu Zhi Zhou didn’t budge. The topic was shifted, but his heart itched. The word that the rascal mewled like a little kitten was too seductive. He felt that hearing it once was more than addictive.

Thus, he stayed motionless. As he expected, Qiao Luo quickly coiled around him as he begged, “Zhou Zhou gege, carry me~”

Fu Zhi Zhou endured it and resisted, “You called the wrong name.”

Qiao Luo’s watery eyes that had just cried were still glistering. Looking at him for a while, he understood and said obediently, “Husband.”

A flame nearly lit Fu Zhi Zhou up. He felt that he was tormenting himself. He clearly knew that the little fellow couldn’t do it again, but he still took the initiative to listen to the word that would only make one lose their mind. 

He hugged Qiao Luo up and walked towards the bathroom. After filling up the tub, he soaked Qiao Luo in it, “I’m going to change the sheets.”

Qiao Luo’s entire body was sore. He felt very comfortable soaking in the hot water. He lazily kicked his legs around the water and said to Fu Zhi Zhou, “Pass me my phone.”

Fu Zhi Zhou brought it over, “Why are you playing with your phone while bathing? Careful not to drop it in the water.”

Qiao Luo ignored him and selfishly opened the calendar. He pressed on today’s date and created a new event. With the utmost priority, he keyed in: Qiao Luo and Fu Zhi Zhou’s wedding night.

Fu Zhi Zhou, “……”

For some reason, he felt that his face was a little hot.

Qiao Luo grabbed his phone and felt a little embarrassed after writing it.

Then, he realised that he was bare naked in the bathtub and Fu Zhi Zhou was still looking him up and down. He felt even more embarrassed now, “Why are you still here, you’re not allowed to look at me anymore!”

Fu Zhi Zhou hung up his towel and went out to take his slippers in. Afterwards, he went to settle the messy bed.

Just as his hand touched the bedsheets, he paused. He went to take his phone and created a new event too: Qiao’er was very sweet, much sweeter than imagined.

T/N: unedited too, awaiting for our beloved musk!