Chapter 13
Author: Mr. Big Horn
Yan Zhen suppressed his intense desire, quietly moving closer to Su Jinxin. He took Su Jinxin’s hand and started kissing his fingertips, gently and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Su Jinxin was wearing Yan Zhen’s pajamas, the same style but in different sizes. In the morning, when Yan Zhen left for work, Su Jinxin had seen him off wearing his own clothes. Somehow, he had changed into Yan Zhen’s pajamas by the time Yan Zhen returned home late, and would switch back before Yan Zhen arrived. These little details were incredibly endearing.
Yan Zhen’s clothes were too big for him.
It was easy to slip off one sleeve, revealing Su Jinxin’s porcelain-like skin. Yan Zhen kissed each finger, then the back and palm of his hand, leaving a faint mark on the delicate inside of his wrist, before licking his way up Su Jinxin’s arm.
Su Jinxin’s skin was smooth and cool, like fine bone china or untouched snow. Yan Zhen always feared that lingering too long in one spot might make it melt, as if it had a sweet taste.
Soon, Su Jinxin’s arm was wet from Yan Zhen’s kisses.
Su Jinxin woke up, feeling ticklish: “It tickles…”
At first, he was still groggy.
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but quickly realized who was kissing him. Instead of pulling away, he helped take off his shirt completely and reached out to wrap his other arm around Yan Zhen’s neck. His eyes were still adjusting to the sunlight, half-closed as he groped around. Yan Zhen moved closer to make it easier for Su Jinxin to hold onto him and heard him murmur in a sleepy, honeyed voice, “You’re back…”
While speaking, he puckered his lips for a kiss, his voice dripping with sweetness.
Yan Zhen couldn’t resist and leaned in to kiss him.
No matter the time, Su Jinxin’s kisses were always sweet. But today, there was a hint of alcohol, and after a moment, Yan Zhen felt slightly intoxicated. When he pulled away, Su Jinxin was breathless, his face flushed. With each rapid breath, he arched his body, pressing his pink nipples to Yan Zhen’s mouth. One hand clung to Yan Zhen’s shoulder like a lifeline, while the other slid down Yan Zhen’s back, struggling to unbuckle his belt.
Completely submissive, offering himself.
With a hint of self-sacrifice.
Just as their contract stated, he was there to fulfill Yan Zhen’s needs, regardless of his own condition, any time, any place, any position.
It had always been this way.
Their first time was also Su Jinxin’s first time.
He pretended to be experienced but almost fainted from the pain as soon as Yan Zhen entered. Luckily, Yan Zhen had experience; otherwise, they might have ended up in the hospital.
Yan Zhen disliked trouble and didn’t enjoy deflowering someone. He almost walked away then and there.
But Su Jinxin’s pitiful expression, holding back tears, softened Yan Zhen’s heart. Out of compassion, he decided to stay. He kissed and comforted Su Jinxin, carefully preparing him again.
Su Jinxin had never experienced anything like it before. A few kisses from Yan Zhen left him dazed, agreeing to anything Yan Zhen asked.
Yan Zhen ended up sweating profusely from the effort.
Before Yan Zhen even started moving, Su Jinxin came with a sharp cry. Yan Zhen was amused and exasperated, thinking about who was serving whom.
But Su Jinxin was sensitive, enthusiastic in bed, quick to learn, and eager to please. He never acted superior and seemed to want to sink into the ground, doing whatever was asked.
Often blushing so hard he seemed ready to faint, he still obediently performed shameful acts while trembling.
Thinking about it could arouse Yan Zhen instantly. He never got tired of Su Jinxin.
Yan Zhen didn’t mind the effort anymore, finding it satisfying to have personally taught him. It felt different from having someone already experienced.
In fact, it was a bit too good.
So much so that Yan Zhen, usually so upright, found himself harboring dark, secret desires. He couldn’t help wanting to push Su Jinxin into more extreme situations.
Su Jinxin, always observant and accommodating, followed his lead carefully.
At first, Yan Zhen found this convenient.
But the more he played, the less satisfied he felt.
By the time he realized it, he wanted more than just sex.
He wanted Su Jinxin. The real Su Jinxin.
He wanted to see him not only in bed but also to hold hands on the street, chat in a café, watch movies together, and have Su Jinxin act spoiled or throw small tantrums.
Even in bed, he wanted to see him act a bit selfish, seeking pleasure for himself instead of just trying to please Yan Zhen.
Of course, Su Jinxin couldn’t understand Yan Zhen’s thoughts, but even half-asleep, he noticed Yan Zhen’s distraction and redoubled his efforts.
“Stop fooling around,” Yan Zhen slapped his butt lightly.
Yan Zhen turned over, leaning back on the sofa, pulling Su Jinxin to lie on top of him. Holding his hand, Yan Zhen instructed, “Hold onto me, don’t move, I’ll do it myself.”
Su Jinxin obediently wrapped his arms around Yan Zhen’s neck and stayed still.
Yan Zhen started kissing him again, beginning with his earlobe, trailing down his neck, leaving marks on his collarbone. Su Jinxin knelt there obediently, careful not to put any weight on Yan Zhen, his back taut, allowing Yan Zhen’s hand to trace each vertebra down to his tailbone. He whispered, “It’s okay to go slow without lubricant. I cleaned myself at noon.”
Yan Zhen’s heart skipped a beat.
Su Jinxin was always the most patient and considerate. But lately, Yan Zhen felt he was too compliant, too accommodating, and it made Yan Zhen uneasy, often wondering if he was pushing Su Jinxin too far.
“Do I seem that rough?” Yan Zhen asked.
Su Jinxin quickly shook his head: “No, you’re very gentle, which is why… it’s okay occasionally. I can handle it, and…” He rubbed his hips against Yan Zhen’s hardness, “It’s not convenient to go back to the bedroom now. People are cleaning the hallways…”
“Should I call them to clear the area?” Yan Zhen asked.