The Return Of The God Level Assassin

Chapter 1262: HOT NIGHT (I)

SHEN JI YUN lowered his gaze, trying to lessen the effect of the sight before him. He took slow, deep breaths, doing his best to calm his racing heart. When he lifted his head and looked at Luo Yan again, he saw a glint of amusement in the otherʼs eyes. It was as if Luo Yan already knew exactly what Shen Ji Yun had been thinking.

He cleared his throat and rose to his feet. ”You can sit on the bed. Let me dry your hair for you.”

Luo Yan did not argue and sat down on the edge of the bed. Shen Ji Yun took a hairdryer and stood beside him. He switched on the dryer, keeping it on a warm, gentle setting. As he ran his fingers through Luo Yanʼs damp hair, he noticed how incredibly soft and smooth it felt, like silk under his touch. He worked slowly, carefully drying each section.

A deep sense of relaxation washed over Luo Yan as Shen Ji Yun continued to dry his hair. The warmth from the dryer and the gentle, rhythmic motion of Shen Ji Yunʼs fingers moving through his strands felt incredibly soothing. His shoulders loosened, and he let his eyes drift closed, completely surrendering to the comforting moment. Without even realizing it, a soft, contented sigh escaped his lips.

Shen Ji Yun froze when he heard the sound. It sounded too much like a moan. His mind instantly filled with images of Luo Yan that were far from appropriate. Those thoughts had an immediate effect on the lower part of his body. He gritted his teeth and quickly finished drying Luo Yanʼs hair.

”Itʼs done,” he said, his voice coming out much rougher than he intended. He turned away to switch off the dryer and put it back in its place.

Watching Shen Ji Yunʼs stiff back, Luo Yan held back the urge to chuckle. My, my. His boyfriend was clearly a bundle of nerves tonight. He would not pretend he did not know the reason why. But it was truly entertaining to see him act this way over Luo Yanʼs every action.

When Shen Ji Yun turned back around, it was clear he did not know what to do next. Luo Yan decided to help him out. As soon as the other was within reach, he pulled him down to sit on the bed. The moment Shen Ji Yun was seated, Luo Yan swung his leg over and settled himself comfortably on his lap.

Shen Ji Yunʼs eyes widened the moment Luo Yan settled on his lap. His hands shot up, hovering in the air as if he didnʼt know where to put them. His breath hitched, and a faint flush spread quickly from his neck to his cheeks. He sat perfectly still, muscles tense, looking completely caught off guard.

”Yan Yan, we should not—”

”Why not?” Luo Yan cut him off, wrapping his arms around Shen Ji Yunʼs shoulders. ”Why canʼt we just give in to temptation?”

Luo Yan didnʼt wait for Shen Ji Yun to respond. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and pressed their lips together in a bold kiss. Shen Ji Yun froze for a second, his breath hitching, then a low groan rumbled from his chest as he melted into it. His hands, resting loosely at his sides, twitched as if unsure where to go. One hand lifted, hovering near Luo Yanʼs shoulder, then slid down slowly, brushing along the curve of his side until it settled at his waist, fingers curling to pull Luo Yan closer.

The kiss started soft but quickly grew heated. Shen Ji Yun tilted his head, lips parting, his tongue meeting Luo Yanʼs with a slow, deliberate slide that made them both tremble. His other hand rose, fingers threading into Luo Yanʼs hair, gripping gently to hold him in place. The hand at Luo Yanʼs waist tightened, slipping lower to rest on his hip, thumb pressing lightly against the fabric of his shirt, anchoring them together. Their breaths came out rough and uneven, mixing with the quiet sounds of their lips moving against each other, pulling back just enough to catch a breath before diving back in. The world around them faded, leaving only the electric warmth of their connection.

Their lips pulled apart with a soft sound, both breathing hard. Luo Yan felt Shen Ji Yunʼs hardness pressing against him, his own shorts tight with the same need. He looked at Shen Ji Yunʼs flushed face, then leaned in to kiss his neck, slow at first, then with a light bite that made Shen Ji Yun groan softly.

Luo Yanʼs hands grabbed the bottom of Shen Ji Yunʼs shirt, tugging it up and off the other. His fingers slid over Shen Ji Yunʼs firm chest, down to his toned stomach, feeling it tense under his touch. His hand moved lower, brushing the bulge in Shen Ji Yunʼs pants, a quick touch that made Shen Ji Yunʼs breath hitch. Luo Yan kissed the otherʼs neck harder, sucking gently.

”We c-canʼt—Yan Yan...” Shen Ji Yunʼs voice came out rough and strained, a sound that sent a thrill straight through Luo Yan and made him want to push further than they already were.

”Why not?” he murmured against Shen Ji Yunʼs skin before sucking gently on another spot on his neck.

”W-we donʼt have... condoms... or lube...” Shen Ji Yunʼs voice was strained, his words broken by heavy breaths. He sounded like he was clinging to the last bit of his self-control.

Hearing that made Luo Yan pause. He dropped his forehead onto Shen Ji Yunʼs shoulder and began to laugh softly. ”Oh, Brother Ji Yun, you are really something else.”

”Donʼt laugh,” Shen Ji Yun said, giving Luo Yanʼs waist a light pinch that only made him giggle more. ”...And could you please stop touching junior down there? Itʼs having a hard enough time as it is.”

Instead of listening, Luo Yan deliberately squeezed the hard length pressing against him. The action drew another low, strained groan from Shen Ji Yun. He leaned back just enough to meet the otherʼs gaze, a playful smile curling his lips.

”Since we canʼt have sex, how about we do something else thatʼs equally exciting?”