Xuan Yan's chuckle caught in his throat "What?"
Zhu Zhuqing's dark eyes glinted with something between mischief and genuine curiosity, the firelight catching on the faint flush riding high on her cheeks.
She still held her own breast lightly, like she was offering him a cup of tea instead of the most intimate part of herself.
"…You're trying to kill me," he muttered.
"Maybe," she said, tilting her head. "But I'd rather you die happy."
His gaze dropped helplessly and the bandages wrapped beneath her chest only emphasized the soft, bare curve she was presenting.
Xuan Yan swallowed hard.
Then he moved slowly and he lifted his hand, hovering just above hers.
"May I?" he asked.
Zhu Zhuqing's fingers slipped away, leaving the warmth to him.
She nodded with a blush on her face "I... I am also embarrassed. But you kept staring there, so I was wondering if you are really curious to touch them."
"Also, I have decided to be with you so..."
His palm settled over her breast with exquisite care, and he could feel the plumpness and perfect weight of her breast.
Her nipple tightened instantly against his skin, and the small, involuntary sound she made went straight through him like lightning.
"Nngh~"
Zhu Zhuqing's breath stuttered and her head fell back a fraction, exposing the long, delicate line of her throat.
"It tickles," she whispered, then immediately bit her lip as if embarrassed by how innocent that sounded.
Xuan Yan brushed his thumb in slow circles and her back arched a little, pressing herself more fully into his hand.
"Like this?" he asked in a low voice.
She managed a shaky nod. "More… please."
When his thumb grazed the nipple again, she let out the softest moan "Mnngh~"
Her own hands weren't idle. They slid up his chest, dragging her nails lightly over the thin fabric of his inner robe, then slipped beneath to find his skin.
She traced the hard lines of muscle with the same reverence he showed her.
"Fair's fair," she murmured against his jaw, brushing her lips there.
Xuan Yan's control nearly snapped when she rolled her hips once, in his lap "Zhuqing..."
She smiled faintly "I'm injured, not dead. And you're very warm."
He laughed and muttered "Tell me if it's too much."
Zhu Zhuqing's fingers found the knot of his outer robe, trembling only slightly as she tugged it loose.
The heavy silk slid from his shoulders, pooling behind him on the stone.
She didn't stop there; her hands slipped beneath the lighter inner layer, pushing it up and off until the firelight painted every line of his bare chest.
Xuan Yan's breath hitched when the cool air met his skin, but the sound was swallowed by the soft, needy sigh she gave as his hands tightened on her breasts.
He cupped them fully now, circling his thumb on the stiff areolas before he caught both nipples between his fingers.
"Mnngh~" Zhu Zhuqing's spine bowed and her head fell back against his shoulder, exposing the slender column of her throat.
"Haangh~" A low, broken moan spilled from her lips, vibrating against his jaw.
"… Yan…"
He answered by rolling the sensitive nipples again, firmer this time, pulling just enough to make her thighs clench around his.
"Like that?" he murmured against her ear.
She could only nod, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glassy.
"Keep going," she whispered in a husky voice. "I'm not fragile."
Looking down at her, he spoke "Zhuqing, we are not at the age where we should cross the line."
Her hand found his shoulder, and she gave a soft nod "I know... we can do anything except crossing the line."
Hearing this, he smiled gently "In that case..."
He shifted her carefully in his lap, sliding one arm beneath her thighs so she was half-reclined against his chest, her back supported by the curve of his forearm.
The movement made the bandages pull slightly; she hissed, then relaxed when he adjusted again, until she was cradled perfectly.
Xuan Yan lowered his head.
The first touch of his mouth was warm breath against the breast he'd been teasing with his fingers.
Zhu Zhuqing's whole body tensed in anticipation and then his lips closed over her nipple and she melted with a shuddering sigh that trembled through both of them.
He sucked gently at first, swirling his tongue in lazy circles, drawing the tight bud deeper into his mouth.
Her back arched, offering more, and he took it until her breath came in short, ragged bursts.
"Yan…"
He moved to the other breast and opened his lips before sucking her nipple tightly.
His free hand slipped up her spine, holding her steadily as he kept sucking until her nipples were swollen and glistening in the firelight, nipping just hard enough to leave faint pink crescents.
Zhu Zhuqing's head lolled against his shoulder with closed eyes, and her lips parted in breathless little sounds she didn't even try to muffle anymore.
"Feels.. so good."