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Maomao is not exactly sure how she ended up resting in Jinshi’s arms, let alone in his bed. She must have overworked herself more than she thought if this is the case. After their return from the Western capital she’s been working to catch up on her medical studies and replenish medicines in the medical office. Being away from Li for so long had been challenging- along with navigating the political landscape of the West, looking out for Jinshi, and her keeping up with her continued medical training. Her life feels as if it’s been nonstop.
So to find herself with Jinshi in his chambers–alone for so long is a bit shocking. She can’t really place how it happened, she just remembers checking the branding scar and then waking up the following morning in his warmth. Judging from his breathing and body heat he’s still asleep. She could fall back asleep if she really tried, but the more her mind wakes the more she knows she needs to keep moving.
She remembers bits and pieces from the previous day and the mentions that today was a rare holy day in Li that happens every ten or so odd years. She’s never been much for spirituality or religion so she’s not on top of the special days. However, she is able to deduce from the minimal sounds in Jinshi’s palace, and from what she can hear from outside that it does indeed seem to be a holy day.
She could rest a little longer, right? At that moment, when she’s internally wagering with herself, Jinshi’s arm that has a hold on her squeezes and she's pulled closer to him. With the way she’s resting against him now, there is no way she can simply escape without waking the moon prince.
Maomao stiffens in his hold, her ear is pressed to his chest, where his heartbeat beats steadily. He really was still asleep. Huddled in Jinshi’s warmth she remembers how they ended up like this, still in their clothes from yesterday.
–
It had been after his examination yesterday.
“Have you been resting enough?” Jinshi asked.
“I rest enough to assure my tasks are done to the best of my abilities.” Maomao answered hoping that would satisfy him and keep him from worrying over her. She knows they are getting to a place of understanding, but at times she still worries if he truly understands her.
“Really? Then how come you are bandaging my perfectly intact forearm?” Maomao paused what she had been doing and looked down between them, where she was indeed wrapping up his pristine forearm. She unraveled the bandage from his arm and packed it back in her traveling medical kit.
Maomao was silent, hoping he would let her leave so she can get that very needed rest. Since he’s commented on it she must really need it.
“You’re one to talk.” The quip escaped her lips before she realized she’d been too honest. One of her hands clapped over her mouth, but it was too late. Jinshi smiled at her ruefully and sat into a more upright position.
“I am? How do you figure?”
“Forget I said anything. I’ll leave you to it, sir.” Maomao attempted to scurry away from him when she felt one of his hands wrap around her closest wrist. For some reason she simply looked at where his hand was around her wrist rather than nudging him away. She eyed his hand and sent him a look that said what she wanted to convey with words.
He understood and let go.
Maomao bent down so she was eye level with him where he was seated on his bed, post his examination.
“Your eyes have obvious blood vessels, and noticeable dark purple bruises indicating sleep loss. Beside your eyes you yawned seven times during my twenty minute exam.”
Jinshi shifted to stare at a corner of the room behind Maomao, clearly having been caught. He quickly went from a child with his hand caught in a cookie jar, to his face having grown serious and a mild blush spread across his cheeks.
“I told Suiren to rest. Gaoshun as well.”
“That seems dangerous.” Maomao commented.
“They are close enough.” He admitted, his face grew even redder and he waved his hand dismissively.
“Is everything alright?” She questioned.
She knew what he meant to ask. He would need to be direct if it’s what he really wanted, otherwise she intended to go back to her quarters. She’d never admit it, but she prefers sleeping close to others. Like her father growing up in their apothecary hut on frigid nights, or with her sisters at the Verdigris house.
Jinshi pulled her by her wrist, so she stood between his open legs. Her head found its way to the crook of his neck and her body pressed to his front. She had not been expecting him to pull her to him, so she stumbled in closer than intended.
“Stay with me tonight.” He had whispered into her hair.
Jinshi had been so warm in that moment. He was practically radiating heat. But not in a feverish way, or else she would have been concerned.
For some reason, be it exhaustion, Suiren away from her post, or Jinshi’s body heat making her drowsy–Maomao acquiesced.
“Fine.” Maomao maneuvered the two of them so she sat beside him on the bed, no longer pressed to his body so directly.
“Huh? Fine?” Jinshi asked incredulously.
Maomao, to tease him, stood up and made it look like she was about to walk away.
As she expected he had grabbed her, blew out the nearest candle in the dim room, and laid them down onto his bed. She remembers her last thoughts being how she would have liked to have changed her clothes, but she was swept up by Jinshi’s body heat, and quickly fell into a deep restful sleep.
–
Maomao comes back to the present. With Jinshi’s heartbeat under her palm, she listens for any sounds outside the door. He claimed Suiren and Gaoshun had the day off, but that means nothing for royalty. ‘Day off’ means they are in the room over rather than in the room.
Although strangely enough she hears nothing to give anyone’s position away.
In the back of her mind Maomao thinks if she was capable of love, to the fullest human capacity, that she may feel something akin to affection in this moment. So as a test of her humanity she decides to stay, even nestling closer into his side. In the back of her mind she keeps an ear focused on the door, assuring her mind is not playing tricks on her.
Right as she is about to nod back off Maomao feels a wet warmth followed by a gentle sharp pain on her neck. She jerks and whips her head towards the source of what she now realizes to be a mouth. With her closest hand she brushes Jinshi’s face away from her neck.
“Sir, what are you doing?”
“Making sure I was properly awake.”
“How does biting me assure you are awake?”
Jinshi remains quiet at that. Maomao sits up, still close to Jinshi where he is laid out beneath her on the bed. She's a little peeved that the first thing he would do is bite her upon remembering she was in his bed with him.
“I believe I am due for some pay back.”
“Pay back? For what?” Jinshi raises himself onto his elbows to gawk at her. He was both inquisitive and slightly taken aback.
“You have bitten me a few times over the years, and tickled me on two occasions that I can remember.”
Maomao watches as Jinshi looks off again to a distant corner of his room, failing to meet her eye. In a fluid motion she leans close to one side of Jinshi’s face and breathes near his ear.
Quietly, barely above a whisper, “The worst part of it is, if I were to get my revenge you would enjoy it.”
She hears Jinshi inhale a breath of air and begin his rebuttal when she decides to take her chance. Leaning a couple inches lower she sinks her teeth into the meat of his skin between his neck and shoulder. She’s mindful to keep her teeth where his clothes typically lay on his body so Suiren won’t ask too many questions if she sees fresh teeth marks the following day.
As she begins to let go of his skin with her teeth she notices the way his body seems to melt and relax. She thinks she will never truly grasp just how much of a masochist this man is.
“My point exactly.” Maomao remarks as she leans back, still near enough to his face. Jinshi expression is one of bliss. When her comment finally processes he develops a childlike face of anger.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Maomao, now very awake, and very much wishing to exact her revenge continues wherever this may be leading. A gentle warmth grows low in her belly as she proceeds, she pays it no mind, under the assumption she’s excited.
“You have no recollection of tickling me? Running your finger along my spine?” Maomao uses her pointer finger and drags it from his neck down the front of his clothed body. Jinshi’s eyes follow her finger until it lands over the brand he burned into his skin.
Jinshi suddenly sits up, Maomao has no choice but to lean into his body so she doesn’t fall off the side of the bed. He pulls them into the center of the mattress. Maomao feels like this position is distantly familiar, she realizes she’s been here a few times. The first time in the cave, and the second in the apothecary shop after confirming his desire for her was real and true.
Distracted by the realization her cheeks heat against her will. Jinshi must see the opportunity and leans forward, similar to their verbal battle in the cave.
“Hypothetically speaking, what would be your preferred form of revenge? Tickling? Biting? Or perhaps even slapping?”
Maomao cringes outwardly, watching how his eyes sparkled just from asking the question. He doesn’t take offense to her expression, clearly he’s become used to them.
Sighing and glancing up to the ceiling she contemplates what her next course of action should be. While she thinks, she appreciates Jinshi’s warmth beneath her. It was the time of year where it was still so chilly in the mornings. Heedlessly, she feels Jinshi’s hands stretch around to her behind, where he places a hand on either side of her backside. What surprises her is how little she minds it. In fact her thoughts wander to what would happen if he gripped her behind a little more firmly? Or even if he spanked her? In that same vein she imagines what would happen if she did that to him?
Maomao shuts her eyes and waves a hand in front of her face to rid the inappropriate thought tangent from her mind. When she opens them again she observes Jinshi staring back at her with his eyes half lidded, adorned with an expression of disgust.
“I can only assume your proclivity towards revenge is inappropriate?” Brushing him off, she discovers it's her turn to stare off into a corner of the room.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Would it be so wrong if her thought was inappropriate? She’s accepted his feelings for her and she wants to willingly explore her feelings for him. They’ve discussed contraceptives before, what would be so wrong with taking things a little farther? If anything were to happen today would be the day for it– especially with Gaoshun and Suiren away in a separate room.
Maomao’s appearance turns inquisitive.
“Everything alright?” Jinshi asks. She’s still seated scandalously astride him during this whole exchange.
“What if my choice of revenge was inappropriate?” Maomao watches neutrally as Jinshi’s face and observable collar changes to a bright shade of red. Jinshi’s hands tighten and loosen nervously against her backside.
“Would that be of any interest to you, Master Jinshi?” She tacks on, she doesn’t wish to do anything that would make either of them uncomfortable.
Jinshi sits up, which forces them into a closer position. She can feel his breathy response against her lips, just barely a whisper.
“Very much so.”
Jinshi bites his bottom lip, and adopts a familiar appearance, watching her like a predator seeking its prey. Maomao knows it's the reverse this time. She’s the one seeking him out. The warmth that settled in her abdomen earlier has since erupted into a roaring flame.
Maomao leans close to his face, so close that their lips brush against each other. She knows he wants to close that last gasp of air between them, and is surprised to find she does too. But she still wants to get him back for all those times he has nipped and tickled her over the years. With this thought in mind she swiftly pushes herself off of him and fights the small smirk that is trying so desperately to give her away as she watches Jinshi. He’s truly an otherworldly image, flushed, panting and looking back at her like she was the moon and stars above. It makes her feel something she can’t quite place the word for, but it only fans the flames in her belly.
“Here is what I have in mind.” Maomao begins to pace the space between his bed and the living space adjacent to the bed. “For every piece of clothing I remove, you remove a piece of your own.”
Jinshi nods, accepting the terms.
“Is that all?” He inquires after the fact.
“For every new patch of skin I will take a bite.”
If Jinshi’s cheeks were able to get redder they would be now. The morning light filtering into his room makes it difficult to discern his coloring clearly. In a way she’s grateful. She’s not the most confident in her body. The dim lighting may help with her confidence when he sees her bare for the first time. Jinshi may think the biting is revenge, but Maomao has decided that her being in control of this situation is the best payback of all.
Setting the pace she begins by removing her belt and outer robe. The rest of her clothing goes slack without the support of her outerwear. With a nod of her head, she gives Jinshi the signal he should follow suit. Maomao watches closely as Jinshi’s fingers tremble with his belt.
There are no fresh expanses of his alabaster skin to bite into yet, so she proceeds to the next layer. After all, there are still three more layers, including two under robes and her undergarments. She makes the decision to speed the process along by removing the two under robes leaving her in her undergarments.
Studying the puddle of fabric around her ankles, a shiver racks through her. When she looks up from her clothing she notices Jinshi's hungry gaze traveling over the expanse of her body. Her front and hips are still mostly covered, although the sheer fabric does not leave much to the imagination.
Jinshi jolts from his place on the side of his bed, as if he’s realized something.
“You’re sure about this?” Jinshi stands from his perch and grasps the two layers of his own robes, prepared to remove them.
“I am. Go on.”
“As you wish.” His robes fall to the ground with a soft thud. He’s left in his loincloth, covering his family jewels that Maomao now sees are very much there. Even though she’s confirmed this by touch years ago.
“ Oi! ” Jinshi spouts. To be fair, she was openly staring at his crotch for probably too long. Maomao rolls her eyes and traverses the five or so odd steps so she’s standing before him. She reaches a hand out and lets her fingers drag along his toned chest, where she decides to take a turn around his body. Her fingers trace his planes and ridges while she takes her turn around him.
Walking around his backside she allows her gaze to linger.
“Oi!” Jinshi turns on her and attempts to see what is taking her so long. Just his upper torso is shifted to get a look at her.
“I knew it!” He exclaims.
“Knew what?” Maomao inquires. She has not been trying to hide her desire to see his backside but she didn’t know he was actually paying attention to her attention. “You should keep your voice down if what you said about Gaoshun and Suiren is true.” Jinshi straightens at the mentions of his attendants and faces forward. With Jinshi facing the other way she takes a half step and leans on her tiptoes. A hand reaches out to stabilize her as she leans up and bites into his shoulder. As quickly as she managed to do it she rushes to stand in front of him. She’s not able to get far, for one of his large hands wrap around her wrist and suddenly she’s pressed to his blazing chest. The next thing she feels is his hair tickling her shoulders and his sharp teeth biting into her neck.
Jinshi must realize what he’s done, since he releases his hold on her and steps back.
“I apolo–” Jinshi begins to express his regrets, but since this is payback Maomao does not give him the chance. Instead she chooses to get even. She’s back in his space, grabbing onto his nearest forearm and bringing it to her mouth where she bites, this time slightly harder than her former nips. It's enough to leave visible marks.
Pulling back calmly, she fixes her expression and stands before him. She’s unable to hide her curiosity when her eyes travel the expanse of his body and land on the cloth that is failing to hide his apparent arousal.
Maomao meets his eyeline. His expression is equivalent to a challenge, his body language waiting for her next move. She’s spurred on by his frog’s enthusiasm, though she’s still unsure what he appreciates about her body. She makes a mental note to ask him one day soon.
Hastily, she reaches to the tie around her neck holding her front covering in place and loosens the tie. The fabric floats down her body until it joins the rest of their clothes on the floor. Since she has two pieces and he only has the one left she also slides down her hip coverings and stands to her full height. Maybe if her stance was confident she could also be perceived as confident.
Maomao peeks to see what he thinks, and is startled to see him walking to her. She puts up a hand to stop him, making contact with his abdomen. Her eyes narrow on his tented loin cloth. Jinshi looks down, and practically tears the offending fabric off his body. She’s kept her hand on him in place during the removal. So when he looks back at her, both of them now fully bare before each other for the first time, she pushes him back until he’s stumbles and sits on the bed.
“Wha-?”
Maomao pays him no mind, instead opting to kneel on the floor between his legs. She’s eye level with his magnificent frog.
“Maomao?”
Maomao looks up, then back down to his crotch that is even better up close. Maomao rests an arm over his sturdy thigh and drops her head onto her arm.
“Jinshi,” she begins.
“What is it?” His voice comes out strained and breathy. Shaking her head she shifts slightly and licks from just above his knee all the way up to his inner thigh, devilishly meeting his dark eyes, and proceeding to bite down into the lean meat of his thigh. Maomao doesn’t fail to notice the way his frog springs at the action.
She starts to pull back but feels Jinshi’s palm touch the crown of her head, his fingers slowly lace into her hair.
“ A— again.” Jinshi requests from where he’s panting above her. She can feel his body heaving, and surveys the clear fluid leaking from his tip.
Maomao directs her head up to him. His grip on her hair tightens, she’s not sure why this is exciting her as much as it is.
“You really are a masochist.” Maomao states. Jinshi tugs on her hair and brings her up to his face. His eyes focus on hers, as if she is the only person to exist with him.
“You have no idea.” His eyes flit to her lips, then to her eyes, silently asking permission. They’ve kissed a few times, each time carrying with it a different emotion. Maomao closes the gap as her answer, pressing her lips to his. Even his kisses were warm. She leans more into him.
Would the inside of his mouth would be warmer?
Maomao opens her mouth and searches out his tongue, which eagerly meets her own. Just as she suspected, his tongue is warmer than his lips.
Together, their mouths never leave the others while they maneuver themselves into a more comfortable position on his bed.
Coming up for air, Maomao realizes she is once again straddling Jinshi. She feels him breathing beneath her, and his skin is blazing against hers. Then she notices one of his long fingers at the base of her spine.
“What would happen?” He asks, the silent insinuation being whether he runs his finger along her spine causing her to no doubt belly laugh. For a beat her brain blanks, there are two routes she could take. But today she’s in a playful mood.
“What would happen?” Her tone gives no hint of playfulness, but Jinshi is able to discern her meaning. After all, he’s taken the time to understand her. Instead of his finger running along her spine his palm runs up the side of her body, until it reaches under one of her breasts. Tentatively, he palms her. His hips buck beneath her thighs as he sits up slightly to bring his other hand to her other breast.
Never having been gifted with the large fruits, similar to that of her sisters in the Verdigris house, she has always been under the assumption her small breasts would have no appeal to any sexual partners she might take.
But here Jinshi is, molding his hands around her perky breasts, and fondling them. He rolls one of her nipples between two fingers which causes a sensation she’s not particularly akin to. She’s of course explored her body, but this was new. Maybe it was the addition of Jinshi? Either way she wishes to get to the bottom of this.
“Do that again.” She commands, her voice higher than normal. Jinshi’s fingers still on her nipple as he regards her. He watches her face this time as he rolls her nipple.
“As I thought.” Maomao remarks.
“What is it? Do you not like it?” Jinshi questions earnestly.
“Quite the opposite.” Maomao relishes in the feeling of Jinshi touching her chest when a thought comes to her.
“Would you like to feel good too Jinshi?” His mouth somehow finds it's way to the column of her neck as he feels her up.
“I already do.” He muffles against the delicate skin of her neck. Maomao leans closer to his own throat, studying the way his adam's apple bobs anxiously. Just as she had done to his thigh she licks up the expanse of his throat. His skin is salty, but not terribly so. In fact she rather likes the taste of him. Instead of his throat she nips at his earlobe.
“What now?”
Jinshi puts some space between them. He comes off hesitant, which confuses her. Furrowing her brow she wordlessly asks for him to explain.
“I fear I won’t last very long.” He admits looking down between them, where it’s a mess of legs, and his frog standing at attention.
Maomao reaches for his chin so he will look at her.
“It is a common occurance for most men their first few times.” Jinshi slumps.
She racks her brain quickly for a reassuring comment or remark. "I would still like to, if it’s all the same to you.”
Maomao is not exactly sure what she had been expecting, but when his mouth devours her own she takes it as a good sign. A small sound escapes her, followed by Jinshi growling against her tongue. Her fingers land on his back where she burrows into his shoulder blades, and digs her fingers in to stabilize herself. Jinshi’s sturdy arms wrap around her lower back and they press closer into each other.
The sensation between her legs is insurmountable, so she releases her hold on him and slithers a hand between their bodies to grab at his more than moderate member.
“ Ah–” Jinshi groans against her and bucks up into her grasp.
Between breathless kisses Maomao finds her voice, “Can, mph, we?
Jinshi nods and reaches between them to take himself in hand. Maomao inclines onto her knees, which are on either side of his thighs. Reaching a hand between her legs she assures she is lubricated enough for this next bit. She thinks she is, with the slimy liquid that has attached to two of her fingers. Even so, her sisters always warned her that more is better. Which she supposes could have multiple meanings.
“Pardon me.” Maomao spits into her palm and rubs the excess saliva along her center.
No words are spoken between them as they position themselves. For a brief moment Maomao fears he won’t fit, but quickly dispels the thought. She grew up in the pleasure district, that idea might as well be a myth.
“Wait.” Jinshi starts, Maomao turns her attention from his crotch to his face. “What about…certain preparations?”
Oh.
She forgot to mention that since their first initial discussion she has started drinking a nightly tea that acts as a contraceptive.
“I’ve taken measures to prepare for instances like this.” Her sisters nagged her about carrying around poultices and powders for birth control, explaining how sometimes it can be a ‘in the moment’ type of occurrence. She took the advice to heart and concocted the tea she now drinks nightly for occasions such as now, of course leaving the same tea for her sisters. She still has the poultices in case she needs a stronger measure.
“Are you sure?” She appreciates his concern, but she fears she may lose the wind in her sails if he persists too much. She was the apothecary after all.
“Please continue.” Maomao reassures.
For as much as she has prepared on what to expect, she still winces when his bulbous head breeches her slit. She places a hand on the forearm that is guiding himself inside of her. He stops and waits for her to loosen her grip before he nudges his way slowly inside of her.
When he’s fully inside her, his forehead falls to her shoulder.
“Jinshi?”
He shakes his head against her skin. She’s adjusted, and quite frankly, ready for him to move.
“I need a moment.”
Oh.
Oh.
To not lose the momentum Maomao thinks of other options to keep them both engaged without it being over too quickly.
Nudging the shoulder his head is resting on, he raises back up. Maomao takes in the sweat glistening along his forehead, now running down his face. Focusing in on a particular drop escaping down the side of his face, she reaches a hand out and wipes it away, coincidentally it was the side of his face with his scar.
Thoughtlessly, she presses a kiss onto the scar.
The feeling of Jinshi inside of her has her feeling full but not in as uncomfortable a way as one would think, she does think some friction would help for her pleasure–but she doesn’t want to move if he is not ready.
With her hand on his cheek she brings her lips to his and kisses him languidly. He’s hesitant at first but eventually melts into her.
“Is this alright?” She whispers between kisses. Jinshi nods.
After a few minutes he pulls himself out halfway then back up. It’s slow and testing, which is again appreciated, but Maomao thinks she can handle more. Maomao moves in time with him, until they find a rhythm. Jinshi’s lustful gaze is locked on Maomao, the sounds in the room being their skin smacking together.
Until it’s not the only sound.
“Master Jinshi?” Suiren speaks through the shut and thankfully locked in place door.
The two still, neither meeting the other’s eye. Maomao seats herself fully down onto Jinshi’s rigid cock, and Jinshi holds onto Maomao’s hips.
Another set of knocks sound on the door. They finally scramble, neither opting to speak. Maomao nods and shakes her head around to signal he needs to say something.
Jinshi pinches the skin at her hip, which forces her to thrust up and then back down on him. She can sense the moan about to leave his lips, before it’s able to sound off she slaps a hand over his mouth. Swatting her hand away he finds his voice.
“Suiren? Don’t you have the day off?”
“I do, but I thought you may be in need of a bath. Did Maomao visit last night?”
Jinshi grimaces and Maomao briefly worries over how he will respond.
“There will be no need. And yes she did. Please, enjoy the rest of your day.” Jinshi says, his voice is even faker than his most fake Jinshi voice from his days back at the rear palace. Here Jinshi moves his hips up and down, and from the angle he’s seated at it hits a spot that ends up feeling a little too pleasurable. A small mewl leaves her throat before she can stop it. To retaliate she scoots forward and bites into his shoulder, hard. Jinshi grunts from the sensation.
Suiren’s voice cuts into their battle of wills. “As you wish, young master.”
Footsteps can be heard traveling down the hall and away from Jinshi’s bed chamber.
Shortly after a laugh escapes Jinshi and Maomao smiles, despite herself. They can deal with the embarrassing outcome of that incident later, for now Maomao wishes to finish her ‘revenge’, that is beginning to feel not so much like revenge but a game.
Maomao pushes two fingers into Jinshi’s chest, making him fall onto his back. Maomao settles herself atop him more comfortably. From the change in angle she can appreciate the new sensation of where his cock hits inside of her.
Placing her hands onto his chest she begins to piston herself on and off him, slowly at first. Jinshi stares up at her as they move against each other.
“I've ne-never wanted anyone b-but you.” Jinshi stutters out between thrusts.
Maomao’s heart beats a little faster at the comment, a clear callback to that time he visited the apothecary shop. She’s not sure how to respond to that, so she pushes herself faster atop him. One of Jinshi’s palms cups her cheek, forcing her to look at him.
“Maomao. I–”
Maomao drops her head forward and presses her mouth to his, swallowing what he was about to say. She knows it, she can feel it, she sees it in his actions towards her. She doesn’t need to hear it at this moment. Pulling herself up, she regards him below her.
“I know, Jinshi.”
Jinshi understands, and they find their rhythm once more.
The act quickly devolves after that. Their pace is lost, while Jinshi pinches at one of her nipples, and Maomao digs her nails into his pectorals.
His eyes have been shut for a couple minutes, so Maomao notices when they flutter open and his hips stutter. A choked gasp sounds, and the hand on her hip grips tightly, halting their movements.
In the back of her mind she takes a moment to see if she can feel his seed shooting inside her.
Probably not an appropriate thought right now.
When Jinshi seems like he’s come down from his orgasm Maomao sits up and releases him from her heat. She was tired and a little clammy from sweating, so she rolls off of him and onto the bed. Curling into his furnace of a body, she slowly warms back up.
“I apologize. That...crept up on me.” Jinshi mutters.
“It’s quite alright. It was rather pleasant.”
Jinshi is quiet for a beat. He turns his head in her direction and gazes at her, even pushing aside a strand of her hair that stuck itself uncomfortably to her neck.
“I suppose it was.” He responds.
They lie together briefly before Jinshi shoots up and frantically looks down at her curled up position.
“You didn’t?! Did you? Did you want to?”
Ah.
She has been vocal since her days at the Jade Pavilion that female pleasure is key to a healthy sex life. Mostly these teachings were for the consorts, but it seems he had been eavesdropping on some of those teachings.
“I’m alright right now.” To be honest, for as prepared as she was, she is rather tender at the moment. Which she knew was going to happen. Her brothel style humor comes to mind to be clear with her wants.
“I suppose you are lucky that I would like to do this again. Maybe then you will have your chance.”
Jinshi rises from the bed wordlessly, he wanders to a set of drawers on the other side of the room. Maomao uses this opportunity to admire his bare behind. He truly was otherworldly in his appearance. Opening a drawer he retrieves a handkerchief, and walks back over.
They are still naked and neither seem to be of the mind to remedy that. Jinshi slides back into the bed, and nudges her kneeling in between her legs.
“Woah, wha–?” Maomao asks as she feels the handkerchief gently dab at her center to wipe away his seed.
She calms down when she realizes what he’s doing, her face heats nonetheless.
Jinshi looks between her legs, up to her face, then back down to her center.
“I’ve never seen you so red.”
Maomao kicks one of her feet into his side where she knows a certain flower shaped brand is. Jinshi jolts from her light kick. She can see the full scope of her bites along his body, which excites her more than she would care to admit.
He must sense her eyes on the marks, because he smiles at the one on his thigh.
“Next time, I’d like to do that to you.” He pauses, and gets out of the bed to discard the used cloth. Maomao follows his form around the chamber. He turns to her and says with confidence.
“After I get you off.”