Lanling raised a brow and aggressively caught Haruki's rod, making the man grunt from the bolt of pleasure. "I'm a man. Don't call me that," he warned, yet a smile tugged at his lips, amused by Haruki's comment.
Haruki laughed. How he wished he could kiss Lanling right now to express the joy in his heart. But since he couldn't, he planted a gentle kiss on Lanling's forehead instead, then moved to his nose, his cheeks, and his chin.
Pulling back to admire the flush that enhanced Lanling's features, a teasing smile graced his face. "Anywhere but the lips, right?"
Lanling's heart skipped a beat, the flush on his cheeks deepening, but he didn't deny his words.
Haruki's blooming smile resurfaced as he dipped to begin his worship. The fleeting touches of his lips landed on every exposed patch of Lanling's face and neck, trailing down to his chest.