When Qi Xiuyuan took out the key from his pocket to unlock the door, Xiao Li helped him support Susu. He then took his sister back, and noticing that she was still sleeping, he lowered his voice.
“Help me get a wet towel, the mickey mouse one and use warm water.”
With his eyes on him, Xiao Li nodded obediently and went to the bathroom. He turned on the hot water, soaked the towel and quietly returned to Susu’s. The window wasn’t shut and the violent sound of the rain easily invaded the room. Qi Xiuyuan had just placed her in bed when Xiao Li entered with the towel in his hand. He took it and gently wiped her hand and face and then passed the towel back to Xiao Li before shutting the window.
Xiao Li returned to the bathroom to wash the towel, and as the warm water ran down his hand and soaked the towel, he couldn’t help but recall the many times he took care of Xiao Yang when he was younger – unknowingly, a small smile traced the line of his lips.
He hung the two rinsed towels on the hook near the vanity unit then thinking that Qi Xiuyuan was waiting for him in the living room, he walked out. But his hand was pressed against the wall just as he exited; the posture was uncomfortable and Xiao Li struggled for a moment.
“Don’t move,” Qi Xiuyuan whispered, leaning in closer.
Xiao Li was unable to resist the tone of voice, there was something else in his words that softened Xiao Li’s heart to the point that even he didn’t realize it.
He remained still.
There were many things that they wanted to say, like asking each other some questions, but for now, they only hugged tightly; the silence shrouded them as their foreheads pressed together. Their breaths seemed to dance circles, and the sound of their heartbeats sang harmoniously.
After a while, Qi Xiuyuan smiled gently and whispered, “You smell like bar soap.”
“There wasn’t any bodywash at the station,” Xiao Li also whispered then moved in closer. “You smell musty.”
“I got drenched from the rain.” Qi Xiuyuan felt uncomfortable in the wet clothes now that he realized it. He kissed Xiao Li’s lips lightly, “I’ll go take a shower first. Did you eat dinner yet?”
“There’s congee and some food in the kitchen. You can warm it up.” He kissed him again, “I’ll be out in a bit.”
In truth, Xiao Li did not have any appetite, but he went to the kitchen anyway. The bowl of congee was already cold; he picked it up and ate it like that. He washed the bowl in silence and walked into the living room, went to the balcony and finally returned to the living room.
After standing still for some time, he walked to the bathroom, pushed the door open, and went inside.
A cloud of mist shrouded the bathroom, moistening the air as the smell of a pleasant body wash wafted throughout the space. Qi Xiuyuan was in the middle of washing the foam off his body with his back facing the door; his hand moved up and down his body and his back muscles stretched out, becoming more defined and smooth. When he heard the door closing, he turned his head around, looking dumbfounded.
“I also want to take a shower,” Xiao Li announced and started to undress.
He removed his T-shirt and jeans and tossed them into the hamper, finally, his hand rested at the edge of his underpants.
When his hand shifted, he heard Qi Xiuyuan’s breath came to a sudden halt.
He stripped off his underpants and tossed it to the side, before turning around and making his way toward Qi Xiuyuan.
Qi Xiuyuan subconsciously took a step back. His eyes were still entrapped by Xiao Li’s figure, making it impossible for him to blink – he didn’t dare to breathe.
Xiao Li’s steps were soft, nearly soundless with his enticing eyes locked on Qi Xiuyuan’s. His gaze shifted from his slightly flushed face all the way down to his waist but he suddenly froze and switched to staring blankly with a complex expression instead. He couldn’t help but laugh, his sweet voice rung within the bathroom.
“You’re also…” Xiao Li laughed and leaned against the wall, covering his eyes with his hands, seemingly afraid of waking up Susu, otherwise, he would have burst into a laughing spree. “Have you eaten yet?”
In seconds, a warm body leaned into him and a hand reached out to move his hand away from his eyes. Xiao Li stopped laughing. There was no sign of humor in Qi Xiuyuan’s eyes that were now filled with passion and the desire that longed to be revealed. The hard member that he had just seen was now pressed against his upper thighs, emitting heat that was hard to ignore.
“You’re my meal,” Qi Xiuyuan said with a hoarse voice.
It was a cliché of sweet words he often heard in Jin Ting to which even he himself had used it with other women. But as his eyes captured Qi Xiuyuan’s black obsidian pupils, they seemed to be brightly lit – akin to a dark night sky that was sprinkled with stars – eluding a warm sensation that drew him in; droplets of water rolled down his handsome face, truthfully, anyone that gaze upon it would sweat profusely upon first glance. Having those eyes on him for only a few seconds had made him feel weak as if he was being invaded, and Xiao Li did not dare to look any more.
“Closed your eyes.” Qi Xiuyuan ordered softly, kissing his eyes.
Xiao Li complied. He felt Qi Xiuyuan’s soft lips moved from his left eyelid to the right, gently pecking them a few times, and then there was a warm sensation that seemed as if a tongue was used to lightly licked it; he then felt a warm sensation at the tip of his lashes.
Xiao Li was licked until his while body trembled with hotness. He reached out to push him away, but Qi Xiuyuan used a bit more strength to hold him and shifted his lips to Xiao Li’s lips.
This kiss was not rushed. Qi Xiuyuan was slowly tasting him, his tongue was wet and hot as it licked passed Xiao Li’s teeth, sliding deeper into his mouth, calmly rolling over to suck the tip of his tongue. The entire process was extremely slow, so slow that Xiao Li thought that his lungs were starting to lose all air. An intense, pleasurable shiver wormed from his spine to the back of his neck, and as he let out an indistinctive moan, his hand reached out to pull Qi Xiuyuan closer to him with the desire to seize control of this kiss.
But Qi Xiuyuan took in a deep breath to suppress him, hooking his tongue around Xiao Li’s and forcing him to follow his rhythm. He rested his hand gently behind Xiao Li’s head, keeping them close as their head tilted slightly to the side to help adjust the angle of the kiss which made it impossible for any gap to exist
Being completely drowned in this gratifying feeling challenged Xiao Li’s male instinct. He opened his eyes, forced Qi Xiuyuan back with one hard push toward the other side of the wall and quickly pressed up against his body, and then he held his face to continue the kiss.
An intoxicating moan crept out from Qi Xiuyuan’s throat; his lips and tongue intertwined with Xiao Li’s while both of his hands played along the line of his back muscles down toward his powerful yet supple waist, binding him tightly. With some strength, he turned Xiao Li’s body over and pressed against him firmly. He leaned in towards Xiao Li, using a rough rhythm to hold him; his own breathing became heavy and violent.