The Return Of The God Level Assassin

Chapter 1365: OPENING THE GIFT (II) [R18]

BEFORE Shen Ji Yun could react to what Luo Yan had said, the other had already pulled down his boxers. He saw how Luo Yan’s eyes widened as his cock, now angrily standing up, hit Luo Yan’s cheek once it escaped its confinement. Then, Luo Yan suddenly pulled him down to sit on the edge of the bed and knelt swiftly between his spread legs.

Luo Yan had seen Shen Ji Yun’s cock before. This wasn’t the first time. But seeing it now, up close like this, still made his breath catch. It was bigger than he remembered. Long and thick, the head already flushed and wet at the tip. He’d touched it before and stroked it, but seeing it again like this, his heart still kicked up a beat.

Swallowing his hesitation, Luo Yan leaned in and tentatively licked the smooth, broad tip. It tasted of clean, salty skin. Emboldened by the taste and the warmth under his tongue, he licked a slow stripe down the prominent vein on the underside. A low, ragged moan escaped Shen Ji Yun above him. The sound went straight to Luo Yan’s core.

He opened his mouth and took the head inside, then pushed forward, forcing his jaw wider. The thickness stretched his lips painfully as he worked more of the shaft into his mouth. He gagged sharply, tears springing to his eyes, but he pushed through the reflex, breathing hard through his nose until he felt the head nudge the back of his throat. He held still for a moment, adjusting, feeling Shen Ji Yun fill him completely.

Gluck!

Gwak!

Slurp!

Shen Ji Yun’s initial shock melted under a wave of pure, shocking pleasure. A tight, hot pressure surrounded him. Each slow slide of Luo Yan’s tongue along his sensitive underside sent electric jolts straight to his spine. He looked down, his vision hazy. The sight of Luo Yan between his legs, dark hair stark against his thighs, head moving in tentative bobs, shattered his last shred of control.

A groan tore from his throat. His hands, which had been clenched on the bedsheet, rose almost of their own volition. They settled on either side of Luo Yan’s head, fingers tangling in the soft black hair. He didn’t push, not at first. Then the need for more overwhelmed him. He began to guide Luo Yan’s head, setting a deeper, more urgent rhythm, his hips lifting slightly off the bed to meet each descent.

A familiar, coiling tightness gathered low in Shen Ji Yun’s belly. He knew he was seconds away from cumming. With a guttural sound, he tightened his grip in Luo Yan’s hair and pulled him off, his cock slipping free with a wet sound.

Luo Yan collapsed back on his heels, coughing, a string of saliva connecting his reddened lips to Shen Ji Yun’s glistening length. His face was flushed a deep pink, eyes watery and bright. He panted, catching his breath. He raised his hand to wipe his mouth.

“Why d-didn’t you let me finish?” Luo Yan rasped, his voice rough as he looked up at Shen Ji Yun.

Shen Ji Yun stared at him, his own chest heaving. The sight of Luo Yan like that, wrecked and willing, was more potent than the physical release he’d just denied himself. A fierce, possessive heat flared in his gut. He stood up, pulling Luo Yan to his feet by his arm. Luo Yan stumbled against him, their naked bodies colliding.

Without a word, Shen Ji Yun turned them and pushed Luo Yan down onto the bed on his back. He followed him down, covering Luo Yan’s body with his own, slotting himself between Luo Yan’s thighs. He could feel Luo Yan’s hard length pressing against his stomach. He kissed him, deep and hungry, tasting himself on Luo Yan’s tongue.

Luo Yan wrapped his legs around Shen Ji Yun’s waist, arching up into him. His hands clawed at Shen Ji Yun’s back, blunt nails digging into the skin.

“Ji Yun,” he gasped against his mouth.

Shen Ji Yun pulled back from the kiss and reached blindly for the woven basket on the side table, his fingers closing around the plastic bottle there. He broke the seal and flipped the cap open with his thumb, bringing the cool bottle to rest between Luo Yan’s legs. Without preamble, he squeezed.

A cold glob of lube landed right on Luo Yan’s opening. He flinched and let out a sharp gasp. “That’s cold…”

The sensation was startling, a sudden, slippery shock against the most intimate part of him. He could feel the coolness spreading, the excess liquid oozing down his crease.

“I know,” Shen Ji Yun murmured, kissing Luo Yan’s forehead while setting the bottle aside.

He spread the lube over the tight opening, rubbing it in until the cold gave way to a slick, warm coating. Luo Yan shivered at the feeling, the initial chill melting into something else under the slow circles of Shen Ji Yun’s thumb.

“I need to loosen you up first,” Shen Ji Yun said, his voice a low rasp near Luo Yan’s ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Shen Ji Yun’s thumb pressed down, not pushing in, just holding steady against the entrance. Luo Yan’s breath caught. It felt strange, a persistent pressure that made him want to both pull away and push into it. Then Shen Ji Yun’s thumb moved aside, replaced by the tip of his index finger. He pushed forward, taking his time, until the resistance gave way with a soft, wet sound.

Luo Yan gasped, his back lifting off the bed. It wasn’t painful, exactly, but it was a lot. The sudden fullness, the feeling of being opened up. He could feel every joint as Shen Ji Yun’s finger slid deeper.

“Breathe,” Shen Ji Yun commanded softly, his free hand stroking Luo Yan’s shaft.

He held still, letting Luo Yan get used to the feeling. The heat around his finger was tight and almost too much. Then he started moving, pulling out slowly and pushing back in a little deeper each time. The lube making the opening slick.

Luo Yan’s gasps softened into ragged pants. He could feel the slide, the curl of Shen Ji Yun’s finger, the way it seemed to stroke something deep within him that made his toes curl against the rumpled sheets.

A second finger pressed in next to the first. The stretch was sharper, a burning sensation that made Luo Yan gasp. He clenched down hard around them, his body tensing at the sudden fullness.

“Easy,” Shen Ji Yun soothed, stilling his hand.

Shen Ji Yun leaned down and captured Luo Yan’s mouth again, kissing him deeply, swallowing his whimpers until the initial sting began to ebb under the relentless, pleasurable sweep of his tongue.

When the tension in Luo Yan’s body gradually melted, Shen Ji Yun resumed the slow scissoring motion of his fingers, stretching him carefully. The burn faded, replaced by a deeper, more demanding ache. Luo Yan found himself rocking back onto the fingers, chasing the sensation.

The third finger went in slowly, a careful twist that made Luo Yan dig his heels into the mattress and bite down on his lip. He felt full in a way that was almost too much, stretched wider than he thought possible.

But Shen Ji Yun didn’t rush. He kept moving, curling his fingers, pressing deeper, searching for something. And then he found it. On one deep, twisting push, his fingers brushed against a spot inside Luo Yan that felt different from everything else. Not like the rest of the tight, smooth walls around them.

A sharp jolt shot through Luo Yan’s whole body. He cried out, a raw, broken sound. His back arching off the bed. The pleasure hit him hard, starting deep in his gut and spreading outward in hot, pulsing waves. It was too much and not enough all at once. His hands fisted in the sheets, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Shen Ji Yun didn’t stop. He kept his fingers pressed against that spot, rubbing in steady, firm circles as he watched Luo Yan fall apart beneath him. His own breathing had gone rough, his focus locked on Luo Yan’s every twitch and gasp.

“There?” he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

Luo Yan couldn’t speak. He could only nod frantically, his hands grabbing at Shen Ji Yun’s shoulders, his legs trembling wildly. The pressure kept building with each press of Shen Ji Yun’s fingers, pushing him higher, tighter, until he couldn’t hold it anymore. The coil in his stomach finally broke loose. He came hard, his body arching off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as waves of pleasure ripped through him.

His release shot across his own stomach and chest in hot, sudden spurts. His body clenched and trembled around Shen Ji Yun’s fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. He collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent, his breath coming in quick, uneven heaves. Tears leaked from the corners of his closed eyes, and his thighs still twitched with the last of the aftershocks. He could barely move, barely think, just lay there, limp and shaking.

Shen Ji Yun slowly, carefully, withdrew his fingers, the movement drawing a final, oversensitive shudder from Luo Yan’s spent body. He looked down at the beautiful wreckage beneath him, at the sheen of sweat and cum, and felt a possessive calm settle over his own frantic need.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on Luo Yan’s cheek. “Are you ready for me, Yan Yan?”

I feel so awkward writing this. Hopefully, it didn’t show in the writing. ( //>///