Chapter 29
Author: Mr. Big Horn
The sensation of Yan Zhen’s glans rubbing against Su Jinxin’s inner walls was overwhelmingly stimulating—wet and hot. Both men stopped breathing for a moment. Su Jinxin couldn’t hold back a soft moan. Yan Zhen, startled, gritted his teeth and stopped, “Did I hurt you?”
—Stopping like this was incredibly difficult. The veins on Yan Zhen’s forehead throbbed visibly with each rapid breath.
Su Jinxin quickly shook his head and clung to Yan Zhen with both arms and legs. “No, it feels good. I want it all inside me.”
Yan Zhen, taking the opportunity, thrust in deeply. Su Jinxin let out a small scream, his body arching, and climaxed almost immediately. Yan Zhen paused to catch his breath, waiting for Su Jinxin to come down from his high, and kissed his earlobe and neck softly. “So quick? Did it feel that good?”
“Mm…” Su Jinxin nodded wildly, embarrassed, his eyes averted and his face and ears flushed red. “Yeah, it felt really good…”
He slipped his hand between their bodies—Yan Zhen thought Su Jinxin wanted to clean up the sticky mess, so he asked, “Do you need tissues?” But Su Jinxin grabbed Yan Zhen’s hand and placed it on his own damp stomach. Yan Zhen, not understanding, propped himself up on one hand, moving slowly as he teased, “What’s this? Sharing a family heirloom with me?”
Su Jinxin shook his head, pressing Yan Zhen’s hand down on his belly, “Can you feel it? You’re moving inside me.” He raised his long lashes and looked deeply into Yan Zhen’s eyes. “It makes me so happy.”
For a moment, Yan Zhen was struck by the depth in Su Jinxin’s dark eyes.
He could almost hear the snap of his rational thoughts breaking.
Turning his head, he bit down on Su Jinxin’s shoulder, leaving a mark, then swiftly pulled out only to thrust back in hard. Su Jinxin jolted with each movement, unable to form coherent words, clinging tightly to Yan Zhen like a drowning man to a lifeline, his breaths coming in sweet, broken gasps.
As Yan Zhen neared climax, he tried to pull out, but Su Jinxin tightened his grip on his waist. “Don’t pull out.”
“Huh?” Yan Zhen saw Su Jinxin’s face wet with tears, his eyes unfocused. He thought Su Jinxin was confused, “I’m going to finish inside…”
“I know,” Su Jinxin insisted, his voice cracking, eyes filled with longing, “I want it. Leave it inside me.”
Yan Zhen leaned down and kissed him, sharing their heated breaths. He thrust a few more times, holding Su Jinxin’s soft waist, and came deep inside him.
They held each other for a long time, slowly coming back to reality—well, Yan Zhen did. Su Jinxin still trembled beneath him, either from sobbing or the lingering effects of his climax.
When Yan Zhen tried to pull out, Su Jinxin clung tightly, not letting him go. Yan Zhen, puzzled, bit his nose, “Still not satisfied?”
Su Jinxin, still catching his breath, shook his head weakly, then nodded.
Yan Zhen laughed and lightly pressed his hips against Su Jinxin, “Really? Such a greedy cat?”
“Mm, I just… want you,” Su Jinxin mumbled, peeking at Yan Zhen through his lashes, then quickly covering his eyes with one hand. “All night, I want you to stay inside me…”
Yan Zhen nearly skipped his refractory period—everyone has a possessive side with their partner, and he was no exception. But after a moment, he shook his head, “No, that’s not good. You’ll end up with a stomach ache.”
Su Jinxin, though generally healthy, was sensitive in this area.
Once, when they didn’t clean up right away, he suffered for a week, losing five pounds in seven days, his cheeks hollowing out. Since then, Yan Zhen never dared skip protection.
Even today was a significant risk.
Su Jinxin, always obedient, just gave a soft “oh” and let his arms, which had been around Yan Zhen’s neck, drop limply.
Yan Zhen couldn’t bear it and decided to compromise, “Just this once, no more.”
Su Jinxin brightened up immediately, his large eyes sparkling with happiness, “Thank you, hubby!” He nuzzled into Yan Zhen’s neck.
However, Yan Zhen was significantly larger than Su Jinxin, so lying on top of him all night wasn’t practical. Yan Zhen thought for a second, then rolled over, pulling Su Jinxin on top of him and wrapping them both in the blanket, “Alright, sleep.”
Su Jinxin felt Yan Zhen inside him, then relaxed and clung to Yan Zhen’s neck, nestling his head into his neck.
Yan Zhen couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how dedicated Su Jinxin was to keeping him inside, even though they wouldn’t have a baby from it. But he kept that thought to himself, not wanting Su Jinxin to overthink. Su Jinxin, sensing the vibration in Yan Zhen’s chest, mumbled sleepily, “What’s funny?”
Yan Zhen thought quickly, “Don’t we look like otters?”
“Otters? Don’t otters hold hands when they sleep?” Su Jinxin asked, half-asleep.
“That’s a pair of otters,” Yan Zhen explained, “A mother otter with her baby sleeps like this.”
Su Jinxin giggled softly.
Yan Zhen, feeling Su Jinxin’s gentle tremors, was about to tell him to stop moving when he heard Su Jinxin’s giggles turn into soft snores.
Yan Zhen admired Su Jinxin’s ability to fall asleep instantly.
But considering Su Jinxin’s exhausting day—traveling from school across the city to Yan Zhen’s suburban villa, getting soaked in the rain, and experiencing an emotional rollercoaster—he must be very tired. Yan Zhen felt a pang of guilt and kissed Su Jinxin’s forehead, “You’ve had a hard day.”
Su Jinxin, in his sleep, murmured and nuzzled closer, as if sweetly responding.
Yan Zhen smiled.
Watching him for a while, Yan Zhen waited until Su Jinxin was deeply asleep, snoring softly, before carefully withdrawing and carrying him to the bathroom to clean up. Su Jinxin, truly exhausted, stayed asleep throughout, compliant in Yan Zhen’s arms.
The bathroom’s warm light and steam made Su Jinxin’s flawless skin look like polished jade. Yan Zhen let Su Jinxin lean against his chest, and from the misty mirror, he observed his young lover. In the past six months, Su Jinxin had grown taller, his limbs longer, his frame resembling a beautiful young man rather than a boy.
Eighteen to twenty-two years old.
For a man, these are critical years—times of blooming, breaking free, and emerging. Every moment is precious. Su Jinxin had spent all these years with Yan Zhen, learning his habits, understanding his moods, and striving to become the person Yan Zhen desired.
Yan Zhen thought, how lucky he was. He wasn’t Adam or Pygmalion, yet he had a lover tailored just for him.
The next morning, Su Jinxin woke up in Yan Zhen’s arms.
By now, this scene had become very familiar.