Chapter 14
Author: Mr. Big Horn
Su Jinxin’s face turned bright red.
He lay against Yan Zhen’s chest, saying nothing.
“It looks like you don’t want that,” Yan Zhen teased, pinching his cheek. “After all this time, who doesn’t know? Still shy?”
Su Jinxin nuzzled Yan Zhen’s neck. “Just a little,” he admitted softly, then quickly added, “But if you want to…”
“I don’t,” Yan Zhen pecked him on the lips. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Su Jinxin had just woken up, making him especially vulnerable. He couldn’t maintain eye contact, only managing a quick glance before hiding his face again. “Anything is fine.”
Yan Zhen gently bit his ear and reached under the sofa, retrieving a new tube of lubricant from a hidden compartment. “So obedient?”
“Well, of course,” Su Jinxin’s voice grew quieter as he breathed into Yan Zhen’s ear, “You taught me everything… all my preferences.” Yan Zhen could tell he was trying to be seductive but got embarrassed halfway through, so he decided to tease him further. “Not afraid of pain? Getting hurt? What if you can’t get out of bed tomorrow?”
“A little pain is fine, I can handle it,” Su Jinxin replied nonchalantly. “Besides, I don’t have school now. I can just be lazy and lie in bed all day.”
Yan Zhen believed him. There was a time he couldn’t hold back after drinking, crudely using alcohol as lube. It didn’t seem bad at the moment, but Su Jinxin developed a fever of 104°F the next day, drenched in cold sweat and delirious. Yan Zhen was scared stiff, regretting it deeply, and never dared to be reckless again. Su Jinxin, however, forgot all about it, still daring to say such things.
Yan Zhen gave him a light slap on the butt. “You were babbling nonsense from the fever last time. Have you already forgotten? Don’t even think about doing anything so dangerous again.”
Without waiting for a response, he warmed the lubricant in his hand and started applying it with a finger.
Su Jinxin whimpered, his body instinctively arching as his muscles contracted. He looked up at Yan Zhen, confused. “What is this?”
Yan Zhen, a bit smug, wiggled the lubricant in his hand.
Su Jinxin was puzzled. “Where did that come from?”
“Take a guess,” Yan Zhen smiled at him, his finger moving slowly inside Su Jinxin.
A thin layer of mist clouded Su Jinxin’s eyes, making it hard for him to see, let alone guess. He could only mumble incoherently, “I don’t know… uh… mm…”
Yan Zhen didn’t want to trouble him, so he leaned in, nibbling his earlobe and licking it with his tongue. In a husky voice, he whispered, “I prepared it earlier and hid it under the sofa, just waiting to use it on you here.”
Su Jinxin couldn’t handle Yan Zhen’s serious tone when talking dirty.
He turned completely pink, his legs trembling as he clung to Yan Zhen, the soft flesh around Yan Zhen’s fingers twitching eagerly.
Taking advantage, Yan Zhen inserted another finger. “I’ve hidden supplies all over the house. Anytime, anywhere, I can spread your legs and take you.” His tone was unusually earnest, and his fingers pressed precisely on Su Jinxin’s sensitive spot.
Su Jinxin let out a muffled groan, collapsing into Yan Zhen’s embrace.
Yan Zhen hugged him tightly, satisfied with the weight in his arms. “How is it? Do you like it when I take you?”
“I do.” Su Jinxin answered quickly, almost reflexively.
Yan Zhen felt sweet inside but wanted more. “What do you like about it?”
“Everything,” Su Jinxin was already breathless.
Yan Zhen slowed his movements, using his free hand to stroke Su Jinxin’s back. “Really?”
Thinking Yan Zhen didn’t believe him, Su Jinxin felt wronged. “I even cleaned myself…” The shameful admission made him blush even more, like a cooked shrimp.
Yan Zhen’s heart softened. He lifted Su Jinxin’s chin for a kiss. “Did you know I’d come home early today?”
“No, I didn’t,” Su Jinxin answered honestly.
“Then why are you being so good?”
“Well… um… it’s been a long time… I’m almost ready… I thought maybe… you might want to,” Su Jinxin’s head was buried in Yan Zhen’s neck, and he spoke slowly, a few words at a time, “I was afraid you’d… think it’s troublesome…”
“It’s not troublesome. I like it,” Yan Zhen added another finger inside him. This was the truth, not just to comfort him. Watching someone he loved slowly open up for him was a deeply satisfying experience, not just physically but emotionally too. Especially since Su Jinxin was so sensitive. After a while, he’d become like a kitten in heat, rubbing against him, desperately wanting it yet too shy to say so, utterly adorable.
“What about you, Jinxin? Do you like it?” Yan Zhen asked. By now, Su Jinxin was already murmuring “I want it,” dazedly.
“I like it,” Su Jinxin nodded immediately.
“Do you want it?”
“I want it.”
“What do you want?” Yan Zhen mischievously used three fingers to tease his sensitive spot.
Su Jinxin gasped, speaking haltingly, “I want you, not your fingers, I want you…”
Yan Zhen withdrew his fingers, unzipping his pants to reveal his erection, pressing it against Su Jinxin’s entrance. “You want this?”
“Yes… I want it.” Su Jinxin wriggled his hips, trying to take it in.
Yan Zhen held his hips steady. “Answer one question for me, and I’ll give it to you, okay?”
“Ah… oh, hmm?” Su Jinxin managed to get out some questioning sounds between breaths.
Yan Zhen leaned in, their foreheads touching, and asked clearly, “The person you drew in the sketchbook, who is it?”
Su Jinxin finally noticed the sketchbook that had fallen by the sofa. “You saw it…”
He didn’t know if it was from anxiety or embarrassment, but his eyes were red.