The clear and mellow eyes were softly bent. Lu Qingshi raised his hand to hug him and tilted his head to kiss Gu Song's eyes.
Gu Song was slightly startled and held his breath for a while before instinctively closing his eyes.
The Youngest Master's lips were cool and soft, falling softly on his eyelids, planting the slightest touch but instantly igniting a fierce stream of heat that poured into his brain and down the spine of his neck, causing him to tense up.
Lu Qingshi opened his arms, wrapped them around his shoulders and neck, and lightly rested his head on his side.
"Yes."
Gu Song's chest trembled lightly. He moved his arm back to embrace him, his breathing becoming more rapid and heavier.
He could not see Lu Qingshi's expression from this angle, but he could hear a clear tenderness in his short reply. He could even imagine that those eyes must have been beautifully curved[mfn]Anna:Gu Song has an eye fetish[/mfn], and that his shadow would be reflected in those dark pupils.
He could always see himself in his Youngest Master's eyes, and everything was reflected in his clear eyes, like a spring of warm soft light.
Lu Qingshi's arms were now slightly stronger. He leaned in to kiss him, soft kisses falling like clean, cool drops of water.
Gu Song's voice was hoarse. "Youngest Master—"
The body in his arms was still weak, breathing softly and felt cool. With a little pressure on the arms, you could feel thin wing-like blades behind him, rising and falling slightly with each breath, and the heartbeat quietly coming out from there, slightly rapid, but steadily arching over the hot arms.
Gu Song couldn't resist anymore and lowered his head to kiss it.
Amid a tender, lingering kiss, his fingertips parted, finally opening the clasp there.
As if sensing the beginning of a meaningful announcement, the body in his arms trembled slightly for a moment, which Gu Song sensitively caught. He soothingly tightened his arms and lowered his head to kiss his lips. The tip of his tongue gently opened the closed lips and teeth like it did every time he gave medicine.
The cool palm pressed against his wrist bone, the thin fingertips vaguely tightening.
With one hand rubbing soothingly and gently on his spine, Gu Song kissed him, slowly but firmly deepening the kiss.
Subtle currents of electricity leap and spread from gently bumping lips to teeth, dropping over the tip of the tongue that was sucked, touched, and tangled, delicately burrowing deeper.
Lu Qingshi's body could not yet withstand such a long, intense kiss. When he noticed the Youngest Master's breathing was beginning to be unsteady, Gu Song pulled back slightly to allow him to take in enough fresh air.
"Youngest Master?"
Lu Qingshi tilted his head, his black eyes shining extraordinarily bright as if being washed by the mist, and his chest moving up and down lightly.
"Collect interest first—"
Gu Song was a bit dumbfounded. He then realized that his Youngest Master still remembered the agreement of nine-and-a-half kisses, so he chuckled and rubbed his head against the tip of his nose.
"Naturally, you have to collect the interest first…Youngest Master can do the math without being taught, so smart."
...
This person must take responsibility for making him so childish.
Lu Qingshi braced himself and tried to open his eyes wide to glare at him. Under the faint light, his feeble eye slashes were caught by the rebellious servant's smiling eyes, who lowered his head and kissed him on the brow.
"I know I'm wrong, Youngest Master."
His tone was still smiling and relaxed, his expression soft, but the gleam in his eyes was nothing but seriousness and solemnity as if he was admitting his mistake to his Youngest Master for more than just this little transgression of flirtation.
It wasn't originally because of this incident either.
Lu Qingshi stared at him for a while. The deep suppressed color under his eyes faded away little by little, leaning down to take Go Song's hand on his own accord, his body completely relaxed.
"You know that you are wrong?"
"I know my mistake, I will never do it again."
Gu Song spoke softly, embracing his body and laying it flat before removing the last layer of cover. The Youngest Master's slender white body fell before his eyes, his legs slightly pressed together from the tension. Since he did not have much strength in his body, he knew clearly that it was not difficult to separate them.
But he didn't dare continue this way.
The Youngest Master's health was still weak and there was still time for him to wait until he got better.
The gaze cast down was so hot that Lu Qingshi shifted uncomfortably and raised his head to speak, but a light cough escaped first.
The fiery chest gently lowered down at the same moment. Gu Song warmed him with his body, pulling a thin blanket over the two with one hand. Waiting until the body beneath him gradually relaxed before he probed one hand down to support himself.
"Youngest Master, let's take our time…and try just a little today."
At that moment, the system was already preparing to import the data back. Lu Deng looked up, his dark eyes silently showing the promise of entrustment, a brave closure that showed some heroism.
Gu Song laughed dumbly as the kiss that tipped down finally planted on something else.
The pale face resting between his arms flushed with emotions under the warm, intimate rubbing and sucking. The pale white lips were pursed with some uncomfortable, sharp gasps of air spilling out. Frowning uncontrollably, but the eyes were filled with a clear, silent sweetness.
Gu Song's body lowered down.
The ship drifted through the silent expanse of the universe across the stars, drifting towards the far reaches of the unseen in life.
...
After carefully cleaning up the Youngest Master, Gu Song carried him back to the bed, stripped off his bathrobe, and laid it down, wrapping him in a light, warm fleece blanket[mfn]Anna:we've been tricked, we've been backstabbed, and we've been quite possibly bamboozled[/mfn].
Lu Qingshi's eyes were half-closed, his body was so limp that it seemed like it had been ripped off its bones, and his slender white ankles could be loosely circled by one hand.
The beating of the heart was faint and rapid, but with a tendency to slowly calm down.
After carefully checking the vital status, Gu Song finally felt relieved and kissed his forehead above the drooping eyebrow. He was about to get up when a hand held his wrist and gently clasped his hand.
Not expecting Lu Qingshi to still be awake, Gu Song's heart jumped and he hurriedly leaned down to whisper, "Youngest Master?"
The raven-winged eyelashes fluttered open and closed twice, but like an exhausted chick, he could only let them drop and close, his brow knitting slightly, and the hand holding onto him added a little strength.
"Don't go."
The Youngest Master is still feeling uneasy.
Gu Song's heart welled up with sourness. He leaned down to pick the man up, gently touching his cool forehead and temples with his cheek soothingly, and spoke softly, "Youngest Master, I'm just going to take a shower…I'll be right back, I'm not going anywhere."
Still feeling uneasy, Lu Qingshi pursed his lips and moved his body to hug him.
As the Youngest Master moved around in his arms, Gu Song couldn't help but let out a stifled grunt. The unusual hardness caused Lu Qingshi to be stunned and to open his eyes with all his strength.
Gu Song held his hand with a bitter smile on his face.
"Youngest Master…I'll be right back, just five minutes."
Fearing that rashness might hurt his Youngest Master, he was careful the whole time. Thus, he didn't have time to release himself and was already full up and rolling uncomfortably hot. If he didn't go and fix it as soon as possible, he might not have been able to hold back anymore.
This was not something that should be said to his Youngest Master, but he could not find any other suitable excuse.
The old driver package that he bought at that time seemed to have similar science content. Blinking, Lu Deng raised his head slightly and hesitated before asking softly, "Just five minutes?"
Gu Song: ….
Who taught his Youngest Master bad things?!
The soft and smooth body was fitting right in his arms, his self-control was being challenged more and more formidably by every passing minute. Taking a deep breath to hold that hand, almost shuddering as he whispered out, "Youngest Master, the one before should also be counted…it doesn't matter. Youngest Master, wait, wait until I come back—"
His voice came to a screeching halt.
Lu Qingshi gently withdrew his hand from his palm and lowered his head to undo his clothing, his palm probing down and covering the place tentatively.[mfn]Anna: I-, Jue: okkkkayy |_・)[/mfn]
Gu Song almost forced tears out of his eyes as his breathing became more and more rapid as the blood flowed with a whistling rush to the top of his head, hitting the twelve bumps one by one.
It was not for his Youngest Master to do so!
The pain of the struggle mingled with a secret euphoria left him somewhat at a loss, wanting to flee here and there, but unable to leave the Youngest Master in his arms like this. The desire in his heart screamed for acceptance, but the norms he adhered to for a long time strangled him to the point where his breath became coarse and raw.
A fixed identity from the beginning of the world, a long companionship, a tacit heartfelt understanding, a deep love that had never been spilled.
Gu Song's body completely froze and spoke in a sibilant voice, "Youngest Master—"
"Qing Shi."
Lu Qingshi corrected softly, mimicking his movements in a rusty manner, pulling his taut, steel-like arm with his free hand and leaning in to kiss the edge of his lips.
"I like you too. I've also liked you for a long time."
Gu Song was utterly stunned.
Even though it was something he had already confirmed, he couldn't ignore the ecstasy that consumed him for a moment, mixed with the thumping of his heartbeat against his sore chest.
Lu Qingshi leaned back slightly and gave him a quiet smile.
Gu Song jolted hard and hastily closed his eyes, but the hot tears still slid down the corners of his eyes.
As always, his Youngest Master was quick to learn anything. A cool arm wrapped around the back of his neck and some force was applied to make him lean down. Soft kisses fell, sucking away those slippery watery tones.
"We're going to live together for a long…time and I'll get better, so don't be sad anymore."
Gu Song's mind was blank, but Lu Qingshi's words were clearly heard.
He could no longer sense the fully equipped spaceship as if the two were simply floating in the vast universe. Through the ancient and hot light of the stars, through the barren but bright belt of star sands, following a certain track, finding their way back somewhere.
The dazzling white aura of a shooting star passed before his eyes, and everything in front of him became clear again slowly.
Gu Song jolted back to his senses. His newly relieved body was wrapped in a full range of comfort and fatigue that was hard to ignore, but he had little left to care about. He took hold of the Youngest Master, who was still lost in thought, cleaned him up carefully before picking up his trousers in his arms, and hurried to the washroom.
Lu Qingshi lay on his shoulder, one hand still held tightly by him, and blinked. "Fifty-five seconds—"
Gu Song: ….[mfn]Anna:Me right now! You counted how many seconds it took for him to come????? And said it out loud??? the disrespect!!! Boy…[/mfn]
Gu Song took a deep breath.
"Youngest Master, actually—"
In fact, he should have stood up and voted for the third Youngest Master when he first proposed to use the little yellow book for the Youngest Master's science class.
The Youngest Master in his arms could not help but smile as the words of explanation began with difficulty. His dark brow swept into a clear smile as his body, which also used up to its last breath, leaned in close, his lips touching the side of his ear.
"I know."
The warmth of the touch settled quietly and the breathing in his ears returned to a quiet and gentle pace. Gu Song's body paused slightly, his steps quietly slowing down.
Lu Qingshi lay on his shoulder, fully relaxed and drifting off to sleep.
Gu Song took his hand, went into the bathroom, and cleaned the two of them up again thoroughly. Putting the sleeping Youngest Master gently on the bed, he himself lay on his side, pulling the man against his chest.
Even as he slumbered comfortably, Lu Qingshi still took the initiative to lean closer to his body, rubbing against the nape of his neck and finding a familiar spot to use as a pillow with contentment.
Gu Song didn't close his eyes in a hurry. He lowered his head and traced the peacefully sleeping face in his arms, pressing against his cheeks, and softly whispered, "I like the Youngest Master—"
As if he had discovered something extremely beautiful, his pupils lit up and a smile broke out on his face as he repeated in a low voice, "I like the Youngest Master."
Lu Qingshi was sleeping soundly, and when he heard his soft call, he instinctively opened his eyelashes and was about to wake up. Gu Song held him in time, patiently soothing him down until his body was completely relaxed in his arms. Then, he lowered his head and dropped a light kiss, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.
It will be fine soon. It must be done quickly.