“Babe, let me kiss you,” Bai Yao has buried himself in Mu Mu’er’s neck, sticking his lips to the little guy’s skin. His breathing is hastened, and his voice far more gravelly than usual.
The unfamiliar voice makes Mu Mu’er look. Though he sees Bai Yao’s eyes filled with lust, he only repeats himself, “touch Mu’er…”
The way they’re sitting means Mu Mu’er is facing Bai Yao’s Adam’s apple at level. He has one, too, but not one that sticks out as much as Bai Yao’s.
After staring at it for a while, he finds himself a little dissatisfied merely looking. After hesitating for a bit, he’s taken over by something, and leans in to lick.
He doesn’t know why he did that, but he just knew he wanted to lick. Like an instinct.
Bai Yao squeezes out a low rumble from his gritted teeth. With his hands on Mu Mu’er’s waist, he pushes and switches positions. Mu Mu’er is now lying on the bed, with Bai Yao’s arms on either side of him, and being looked over from above.
The man runs his hand across Mu Mu’er’s waist down, until it stops between his legs, sneaking inside the little guy’s pyjamas.
Mu Mu’er has never been touched by Bai Yao like this before. He makes a small ‘mmph’ while looking at Bai Yao’s hand in confusion.
Bai Yao slowly removes the obstruction that is his clothes, and caresses the boy a few times before peeling him out entirely.
Though when he sees the skin underneath, he pauses, overwhelmed by an emotional pain.
He always knew, but Mu Mu’er had scars. So many scars, most of them bites from other sea otters, and others scratches he suffered by himself out in the wild.
The worst wound is the one above the ribs on the left of the little guy’s chest. It’s quite astonishing to see the deep, white healed marks left behind by what appears to be two holes dug in by sharp teeth. Bai Yao has no idea how long it must have taken to heal.
Bai Yao is staring, with an inscrutable expression.
Before Mu Mu’er can ask, though, Bai Yao lowers his head to plant a kiss on one of the paler-coloured scars on Mu Mu’er’s abdomen. Then, from the belly button upwards, he starts kissing each and every one of the scars on him.
When he comes across a deep or a severe scar, he’d even lick gently, like cats do to facilitate healing.
He wants Mu Mu’er to only recall his gentle kisses when he sees these wounds, and not the terrifying, painful experiences which must have caused them in the first place.
His little sea otter is such a sweet boy. He’s a pile of fluffy marshmallows one can easily sink their hands into. He’d melt with a slightly forceful lick.
Mu Mu’er gasps a little when Bai Yao goes to kiss his neck. He makes no other sound afterwards. Bai Yao looks up a little from the little guy’s nether region. He’s overtaken by a craving, too, for sure, but also appears curious at what’s going on.
Bai Yao mumbles, reassuring him, “I’m right here.”
After that, Bai Yao is back to leaning on his pillow once more, with Mu Mu’er lying on his leg, his head using his thighs as a pillow, and his breathing returning to regular.
The little guy still has little trails of tears by the corner of his eyes. His face is quite flushed, all the way to the tip of his earlobes.
He’s such a good boy. Soft, lying in bed helpless due to his efforts, looking a little lost as to what’s happening. Bai Yao chuckles recalling the experience, and ruffles the boy’s head, kissing him on the forehead.
Near the end, Mu Mu’er was actively tearing up, but he did not moan or wail at all. Bai Yao snapped back to reality then, stopping entirely, thinking how badly he must be in pain to be unable to make any noise, but Mu Mu’er suddenly wrapped his hands around his neck, begging him not to stop. He wanted more.
Like, no one could blame him for getting back into action afterwards.
His lips are quite swollen from biting, and Bai Yao couldn’t help but lean in to kiss once more seeing them. He tentatively extends his tongue inside. The little guy does not resist, and allows his tongue to sweep across his teeth once more…
When Bai Yao straightens himself again, Mu Mu’er is poking the tip of his tongue out by instinctual reaction. It’s pink and soft; chuckling, Bai Yao moves to give it a nibble.
He can feel blood rushing down to his member once more. Bai Yao flips around on the bed, looming over Mu Mu’er once more, and whispers, “once isn’t enough for Yaoyao…”
He wants to do it all over again, to fuse the little guy into his body, to kiss his every inch of existence.
Though the moment Bai Yao’s hands begin their move, Mu Mu’er shuts his eyes, and mumbles, “enough, enough, Mu’er thinks it’s very enough.”
After that, he immediately positions himself properly on the pillow, pulling the blanket onto him, and opening an eye back up to tell Bai Yao, “time to sleep. Good night.”
Then he lies flat on the bed, putting his hands neatly on his tummy. He’s an exemplar of a gentlemanly sleeping position.
Bai Yao tries to tease him back up, but the moment his evil hand pokes the boy on the arm, Mu Mu’er plasters his palm onto Bai Yao’s face; the tip of Bai Yao’s nose hurts a little.
“If Yaoyao doesn’t sleep, Yaoyao will become a bald kitty,” Mu Mu’er says with this serious look on his face, “with no more fur at all.”
The next day, Mu Mu’er wakes up, and immediately looks for Bai Yao to have kisses. When he turns his head, though, he finds a Yaoyao still fast asleep. His eyes widen in surprise.
Bai Yao is already up and about on most days when Mu Mu’er is awake. He would have to get out of bed, clean and change himself all alone and go look for Bai Yao downstairs. They’ve rarely ever woken up at the same time.
If he’s still sleeping, then it means he can secretly kiss!
Last night, Mu Mu’er didn’t say it, but he did feel a little painful and sore. It’s a bit like when he was bitten by other sea otters, but not exactly the same. Still, he realises, after the fact, that Bai Yao might have ‘bullied’ him.
Oddly enough, he didn’t dislike being bullied this way, because he could embrace, and he could kiss. He thinks that he still wants to kiss and hug and… stick together with his boyfriend without clothes, even if it is a little painful. He likes this, likes this so much his heart could melt.
Bai Yao, meanwhile, opens his eyes to an enlarged face of Mu Mu’er, who, seeing him awake, is immediately demanding kisses. Bai Yao obliges, while smoothing him into his lap in the process.
After the kisses, Mu Mu’er is satisfied, and hums a happy melody while going to the bathroom, but Bai Yao grabs his arm to stop him.
The little thing is trying to escape after lighting a fire. He must be taught consequences for his actions.
In a daze, Mu Mu’er finds himself back onto the bed, with Bai Yao declaring sternly, “Yaoyao hasn’t had enough. Yaoyao needs something more.”
“More of what?” Mu Mu’er asks, planting his chin on Bai Yao chest.
The first time Bai Yao saw Mu Mu’er, he mistook him for a poor little beggar who would go nuts over a little bit of food.
Now, though, he knows he was terribly mistaken. He’s no beggar, but a most priceless babe.
“Yaoyao wants to do a lot of things with Mu’er,” Bai Yao leans closer to the boy’s ears, telling him, “like planting strawberries on Mu’er’s neck.”
“Strawberries~” Exclaims the little hungry sea otter, “Mu’er wants~”
He asks, blinking his eyes, “is Yaoyao going to buy strawberries for Mu’er?”
“…”
Never mind. Flirting won’t work with him.
Bai Yao is thinking of other things while Mu Mu’er starts to list off what he would like for the day – strawberries, strawberry shortcakes… Though he is cut short when Bai Yao suddenly pulls him up by the chin to kiss, stopping his blabbering.
More kisses, yes. He can wait a bit for the other things, like planting strawberries on the neck, and everywhere. Not just strawberries, either, but even a whole watermelon.
“Babe, let me kiss you,” Bai Yao has buried himself in Mu Mu’er’s neck, sticking his lips to the little guy’s skin. His breathing is hastened, and his voice far more gravelly than usual.
The unfamiliar voice makes Mu Mu’er look. Though he sees Bai Yao’s eyes filled with lust, he only repeats himself, “touch Mu’er…”
The way they’re sitting means Mu Mu’er is facing Bai Yao’s Adam’s apple at level. He has one, too, but not one that sticks out as much as Bai Yao’s.
After staring at it for a while, he finds himself a little dissatisfied merely looking. After hesitating for a bit, he’s taken over by something, and leans in to lick.
He doesn’t know why he did that, but he just knew he wanted to lick. Like an instinct.
Bai Yao squeezes out a low rumble from his gritted teeth. With his hands on Mu Mu’er’s waist, he pushes and switches positions. Mu Mu’er is now lying on the bed, with Bai Yao’s arms on either side of him, and being looked over from above.
The man runs his hand across Mu Mu’er’s waist down, until it stops between his legs, sneaking inside the little guy’s pyjamas.
Mu Mu’er has never been touched by Bai Yao like this before. He makes a small ‘mmph’ while looking at Bai Yao’s hand in confusion.
Bai Yao slowly removes the obstruction that is his clothes, and caresses the boy a few times before peeling him out entirely.
Though when he sees the skin underneath, he pauses, overwhelmed by an emotional pain.
He always knew, but Mu Mu’er had scars. So many scars, most of them bites from other sea otters, and others scratches he suffered by himself out in the wild.
The worst wound is the one above the ribs on the left of the little guy’s chest. It’s quite astonishing to see the deep, white healed marks left behind by what appears to be two holes dug in by sharp teeth. Bai Yao has no idea how long it must have taken to heal.
Bai Yao is staring, with an inscrutable expression.
Before Mu Mu’er can ask, though, Bai Yao lowers his head to plant a kiss on one of the paler-coloured scars on Mu Mu’er’s abdomen. Then, from the belly button upwards, he starts kissing each and every one of the scars on him.
When he comes across a deep or a severe scar, he’d even lick gently, like cats do to facilitate healing.
He wants Mu Mu’er to only recall his gentle kisses when he sees these wounds, and not the terrifying, painful experiences which must have caused them in the first place.
His little sea otter is such a sweet boy. He’s a pile of fluffy marshmallows one can easily sink their hands into. He’d melt with a slightly forceful lick.
Mu Mu’er gasps a little when Bai Yao goes to kiss his neck. He makes no other sound afterwards. Bai Yao looks up a little from the little guy’s nether region. He’s overtaken by a craving, too, for sure, but also appears curious at what’s going on.
Bai Yao mumbles, reassuring him, “I’m right here.”
After that, Bai Yao is back to leaning on his pillow once more, with Mu Mu’er lying on his leg, his head using his thighs as a pillow, and his breathing returning to regular.
The little guy still has little trails of tears by the corner of his eyes. His face is quite flushed, all the way to the tip of his earlobes.
He’s such a good boy. Soft, lying in bed helpless due to his efforts, looking a little lost as to what’s happening. Bai Yao chuckles recalling the experience, and ruffles the boy’s head, kissing him on the forehead.
Near the end, Mu Mu’er was actively tearing up, but he did not moan or wail at all. Bai Yao snapped back to reality then, stopping entirely, thinking how badly he must be in pain to be unable to make any noise, but Mu Mu’er suddenly wrapped his hands around his neck, begging him not to stop. He wanted more.
Like, no one could blame him for getting back into action afterwards.
His lips are quite swollen from biting, and Bai Yao couldn’t help but lean in to kiss once more seeing them. He tentatively extends his tongue inside. The little guy does not resist, and allows his tongue to sweep across his teeth once more…
When Bai Yao straightens himself again, Mu Mu’er is poking the tip of his tongue out by instinctual reaction. It’s pink and soft; chuckling, Bai Yao moves to give it a nibble.
He can feel blood rushing down to his member once more. Bai Yao flips around on the bed, looming over Mu Mu’er once more, and whispers, “once isn’t enough for Yaoyao…”
He wants to do it all over again, to fuse the little guy into his body, to kiss his every inch of existence.
Though the moment Bai Yao’s hands begin their move, Mu Mu’er shuts his eyes, and mumbles, “enough, enough, Mu’er thinks it’s very enough.”
After that, he immediately positions himself properly on the pillow, pulling the blanket onto him, and opening an eye back up to tell Bai Yao, “time to sleep. Good night.”
Then he lies flat on the bed, putting his hands neatly on his tummy. He’s an exemplar of a gentlemanly sleeping position.
Bai Yao tries to tease him back up, but the moment his evil hand pokes the boy on the arm, Mu Mu’er plasters his palm onto Bai Yao’s face; the tip of Bai Yao’s nose hurts a little.
“If Yaoyao doesn’t sleep, Yaoyao will become a bald kitty,” Mu Mu’er says with this serious look on his face, “with no more fur at all.”
The next day, Mu Mu’er wakes up, and immediately looks for Bai Yao to have kisses. When he turns his head, though, he finds a Yaoyao still fast asleep. His eyes widen in surprise.
Bai Yao is already up and about on most days when Mu Mu’er is awake. He would have to get out of bed, clean and change himself all alone and go look for Bai Yao downstairs. They’ve rarely ever woken up at the same time.
If he’s still sleeping, then it means he can secretly kiss!
Last night, Mu Mu’er didn’t say it, but he did feel a little painful and sore. It’s a bit like when he was bitten by other sea otters, but not exactly the same. Still, he realises, after the fact, that Bai Yao might have ‘bullied’ him.
Oddly enough, he didn’t dislike being bullied this way, because he could embrace, and he could kiss. He thinks that he still wants to kiss and hug and… stick together with his boyfriend without clothes, even if it is a little painful. He likes this, likes this so much his heart could melt.
Bai Yao, meanwhile, opens his eyes to an enlarged face of Mu Mu’er, who, seeing him awake, is immediately demanding kisses. Bai Yao obliges, while smoothing him into his lap in the process.
After the kisses, Mu Mu’er is satisfied, and hums a happy melody while going to the bathroom, but Bai Yao grabs his arm to stop him.
The little thing is trying to escape after lighting a fire. He must be taught consequences for his actions.
In a daze, Mu Mu’er finds himself back onto the bed, with Bai Yao declaring sternly, “Yaoyao hasn’t had enough. Yaoyao needs something more.”
“More of what?” Mu Mu’er asks, planting his chin on Bai Yao chest.
The first time Bai Yao saw Mu Mu’er, he mistook him for a poor little beggar who would go nuts over a little bit of food.
Now, though, he knows he was terribly mistaken. He’s no beggar, but a most priceless babe.
“Yaoyao wants to do a lot of things with Mu’er,” Bai Yao leans closer to the boy’s ears, telling him, “like planting strawberries on Mu’er’s neck.”
“Strawberries~” Exclaims the little hungry sea otter, “Mu’er wants~”
He asks, blinking his eyes, “is Yaoyao going to buy strawberries for Mu’er?”
“…”
Never mind. Flirting won’t work with him.
Bai Yao is thinking of other things while Mu Mu’er starts to list off what he would like for the day – strawberries, strawberry shortcakes… Though he is cut short when Bai Yao suddenly pulls him up by the chin to kiss, stopping his blabbering.
More kisses, yes. He can wait a bit for the other things, like planting strawberries on the neck, and everywhere. Not just strawberries, either, but even a whole watermelon.
