Chapter 367 - Licked and devoured

Chapter 367: Chapter 367 - Licked and devoured

Shao reached down and undid his own pants without looking, without hurrying, his eyes still on Jai laid out under him.

The shirt had ridden up. That was all it took. Jai had gotten half undressed in the scramble, and now the fabric was bunched around his waist, and everything below it was bare. Pale legs, longer than a man had a right to own, smooth down to the ankle and faintly flushed at the knees, and the shirt falling over the top of them so that his backside showed beneath the hem like something being unveiled a piece at a time. Peachy. Round and soft-looking and catching the lamplight, the crease between them dark, and the shine of that slick still on the inside of his thighs.

Shao’s hands slowed on his own waistband.

Something turned over low in his gut, hot and animal. It was the shirt. It was the shirt more than the bare skin, the way it made Jai look half dressed and half ruined at once, as if he’d been caught in the middle of something and not allowed to finish.

The pants hit the floor.

Jai’s legs shifted, restless, and one small bare foot came up near Shao’s hip, and Shao caught it before it could fall again.

Jai went still. "What are you ..."

Shao bent his head and bit the arch of it.

The sound Jai made was high and startled and deeply undignified. The foot wriggled in his hand, toes curling, pink and small in his palm, and Shao sucked the arch into his mouth and dragged his tongue up the length of it and felt the wriggling turn to something less controlled. Jai’s whole leg shuddered. His heel kicked once against Shao’s ribs.

"That tickles," he said, voice thin.

Shao bit down again, harder, at the soft pad below the toes.

Jai yelped and yanked at the sheet with both hands. "Shao."

He kissed the ankle. Then the bone of it. He worked his way up the shin, slow, mouthing at the smooth skin, stopping to bite at the calf until Jai’s leg jumped and he swore, and then the knee, the round of it, teeth catching the loose skin there while Jai squirmed and pulled a fistful of his hair.

"Don’t leave marks on the knee," Jai panted.

"Should have said that sooner."

"That’s a sensible place to..."

Shao bit the inside of his thigh.

The sentence came apart. Jai’s hips bucked and his hand fisted hard in Shao’s hair, not pulling him away, holding him exactly there, and the noise that came out of him had no words in it at all. Shao bit again, higher, closer to the crease, and laved the spot with his tongue to hear him do it a third time.

"Stop playing around," Jai finally shouted.

His voice carried. Shao heard it bounce off the walls, and he lifted his head and grinned.

"Two hours left," he said.

Jai stared at him, chest heaving. "So?"

"So I’ll relish you as long as I please."

"You’re torturing me."

"Mm."

Shao ducked his head and bit the other thigh.

Jai’s back arched clear off the bed. The sound that left him was long and groaning and half a complaint, and then Shao moved in and started on the insides of his knees, on the soft give of his thighs, working upward with his teeth and his mouth while Jai’s leg twitched against his jaw and Jai’s fingers knotted in his hair and pulled at every bite.

By the time Shao came level with the crease, Jai had gone boneless and flushed and was making one unbroken complaining moan into the crook of his own arm.

Shao breathed on the wet shine of him.

The moan stopped. Jai’s head came up. "Wait."

Shao lowered his mouth and licked.

Jai’s hips kicked so hard he nearly threw him off. "Oh ... oh, that’s ... that’s dirty."

Shao dragged his tongue up the seam, slow, tasting the slick of it, and the hole fluttered under his mouth. He chased the flutter. He pressed his tongue flat over it and felt the small desperate clench, and then he licked into the twitch and Jai’s whole body strained and his hand came down on the crown of Shao’s head and held.

"It’s dirty," he said again, weaker, like he was arguing with himself.

Shao hummed against him. The hum made Jai jolt. He didn’t care that it was dirty. He’d have lived down there. The taste of it was thin and clean and faintly sweet, and the twitching against his tongue was the best thing he’d felt in weeks, and every time he licked, Jai’s breath stuttered higher and his knees pressed in at Shao’s ears.

Then Jai twisted, trying to roll.

Shao let him, hands on his hips, and turned him over properly. Jai went onto his stomach with a gasp and caught himself on his elbows, and the shirt rucked up around his shoulders and left the whole of him open and bare and framed.

Shao pushed his thighs apart with both hands and looked at him.

Jai turned his face into the mattress. "It’s not fair that you can just look like that."

Shao lowered his head and devoured him.

Not a lick this time. The whole of his mouth, open and working, tongue flat and then pointed, dragging up and pressing in until Jai’s spine bowed and his fists closed on the sheet. The slick made it obscene. It made noise. Shao found the twitch and worked it until Jai’s hips rocked back against his face all on their own, mindless, and the groans coming out of the mattress were muffled and ruined and constant.

Shao broke off just long enough to breathe and bite the soft cheek beside his mouth, and Jai shuddered and pressed back harder and didn’t lift his face from the sheet at all.

"D-don’t," he said. "Don’t you dare stop." He let out a loud moan