Chapter 15
Author: Mr. Big Horn
“Yes, I saw it,” Yan Zhen said, not wanting to push him too hard and afraid of going too fast. He gently lowered Su Jinxin, supporting his soft and shapely buttocks. “Is it me?”
Su Jinxin kept his head down, softly saying, “Yes.”
A small tear fell from Su Jinxin’s eye and landed hotly on Yan Zhen’s chest.
Yan Zhen shivered from the sensation and lifted Su Jinxin’s chin to see his tear-filled eyes. Su Jinxin often cried at moments like this, and Yan Zhen thought he was just overly excited. He kissed him gently and comforted him, saying, “Don’t cry, I’m not teasing you,” while slowly moving inside him. He didn’t move immediately once fully inside, fearing the deep position might hurt Su Jinxin. Instead, he kissed him tenderly and caressed his back, waiting for him to adjust. After a moment, he noticed Su Jinxin sneaking a glance at him. “What’s wrong?”
Su Jinxin’s long eyelashes immediately lowered, covering his dark eyes. “You’re… not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” Yan Zhen was puzzled.
“I…” Su Jinxin’s ears turned a transparent red, and he whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s, “I didn’t ask before drawing you…”
“Why would I be mad about that?” Yan Zhen pecked him lightly, his words a bit muffled. “You drew me so well. But why did you suddenly decide to draw me?”
“I’ve always been drawing you,” Su Jinxin answered, blushing even more.
Yan Zhen felt a sweet warmth in his heart.
He had seen Su Jinxin’s sketches and guessed it wasn’t just a sudden whim, but hearing it from Su Jinxin made him feel deeply touched. His body reacted, growing larger and harder inside Su Jinxin, making him gasp and arch his back. Yan Zhen held him tighter. “Why?”
Su Jinxin, held firmly by Yan Zhen, couldn’t move at all. The large head of Yan Zhen’s organ pressed against his sensitive spot, and his body reacted with excited contractions. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin as he moaned softly, saying broken phrases like “too big,” “so full,” and “wait a bit.” Yan Zhen bit his ear and asked again, “Hmm? Why?”
Feeling trapped, Su Jinxin quickly blurted out, “You’re good-looking.”
Yan Zhen felt another rush of sweetness. “How good-looking?”
Tears welled up in Su Jinxin’s eyes and slid down his cheeks. “The best looking.”
His straightforwardness was both anxious and adorable.
Yan Zhen felt an urge to envelop Su Jinxin completely, as if he could hide him in his chest. He bit Su Jinxin’s cheek lightly and then licked away his tears. “Really?”
“Yes.” Su Jinxin nodded, confused.
Yan Zhen felt his chest swell with emotion. He couldn’t resist kissing Su Jinxin deeply, holding him tight and moving slowly but steadily inside him. “Jinxin, you’re the most beautiful too.”
Su Jinxin couldn’t handle teasing.
But he handled compliments even worse.
Yan Zhen kept whispering sweet things in his ear, calling him his “precious,” and telling him how beautiful he was. In less than fifteen minutes, Su Jinxin climaxed twice. Yan Zhen, afraid Su Jinxin couldn’t take it, reluctantly stopped. He didn’t want to risk another accident like the time Su Jinxin fell down the stairs. He bit his lip and pulled out, finishing himself between Su Jinxin’s legs.
It wasn’t fully satisfying.
But fortunately, they weren’t busy for the next few days, so they could spend more time together.
They ended up being inseparable from morning till night.
They woke up together, brushed their teeth together, and had breakfast in the garden while feeding the birds. Yan Zhen moved his work files to Su Jinxin’s studio, working while Su Jinxin painted him. Even though Su Jinxin had drawn him many times, he still blushed when Yan Zhen posed for him. Yan Zhen found it amusing and would sometimes kiss him, leading to short painting sessions interrupted by affection.
The lake behind the house was a place Su Jinxin had visited a few times, but each trip felt new. Yan Zhen rowed the boat, bringing a picnic basket. Though they initially went for a change of scenery, they ended up cuddling in the middle of the lake. Without any lubricant, they could only grind against each other, but the setting—sky above, water below—felt perfect. Seeing Su Jinxin’s flushed face and hearing his soft moans, Yan Zhen felt a unique satisfaction. He teased, “Get well soon so I can have you in the lake.” Su Jinxin, blushing, agreed.
They explored the garden, the study, and the small attic room with a transparent ceiling for star-gazing.
Nothing too intense, as Su Jinxin was still recovering.
Yan Zhen didn’t want to push him.
Most of the time, they just cuddled and kissed.
On the fourth night, Yan Zhen couldn’t hold back. After their bath, he pressed Su Jinxin onto the bed, making love to him face-to-face and from behind for an hour and a half. Su Jinxin couldn’t take it, trembling and crying until he nearly passed out. They ended up rolling all over the large bed, making a mess. Yan Zhen finally wrapped them both in a blanket and carried Su Jinxin to the attic to watch the stars.
Su Jinxin hadn’t recovered yet. He lay in Yan Zhen’s arms, occasionally letting out little sobs. Yan Zhen held him with one arm, soothing him with gentle pats. He kissed Su Jinxin’s red nose and whispered, “Sorry, I couldn’t hold back after so long…”
“Don’t say that…” Su Jinxin quickly interrupted, snuggling closer into Yan Zhen’s embrace.
The attic bed was smaller than the one in the main bedroom.
Yan Zhen wrapped himself around Su Jinxin from behind, nuzzling his neck and inhaling his light, pleasant scent. He kissed the small bone protruding from Su Jinxin’s neck—though he wasn’t brave enough to admit the real reason: Su Jinxin’s boyfriend was flying in tomorrow.
Su Jinxin, feeling ticklish, wriggled in Yan Zhen’s arms.
His delicate shoulder blades pressed against Yan Zhen’s chest, like wings ready to spread at any moment.
Yan Zhen thought of a hundred reasons to keep Su Jinxin with him, but he said, “Sleep now. I’ll take you tomorrow.” He covered Su Jinxin’s eyes with his hand.
“Huh?” Su Jinxin’s long eyelashes fluttered against his palm.
Yan Zhen felt a pang in his heart but steadied himself. “Isn’t it an early flight? Don’t you need to pick him up? The airport is far from here, and the driver isn’t working tomorrow.”
The villa had a dedicated driver for Su Jinxin—he usually drove him to the city bus station but didn’t take him all the way to school.
In reality, the driver was available tomorrow.