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After entering, Huo Ranyin went to the bathroom for a shower first.
Tonight, he had first eaten hotpot, then rushed to a rescue. He didn’t smell good at all.
The water rushed down. In a departure from his usual quick routine, he showered slowly under the faucet, and even stepped into the bathtub for a soak at the end. He didn’t have any particular thoughts when he got in, but as he lay back, his head resting on the bath pillow, looking at the undulating water surface and the water droplets on the edge of the tub, he suddenly remembered the photo Ji Xun had sent.
“…” Huo Ranyin.
He slid further down into the water, letting the waves submerge his neck.
What was wrong with tonight? Why was there a sense of absurd déjà vu everywhere?
…It was all Ji Xun’s fault for sending that harassing bathroom photo!
Huo Ranyin soaked in the water until the water, which wasn’t very hot to begin with, completely lost its warmth. Only then did he stand up, dry himself, and get dressed.
When he slowly opened the bathroom door and walked to the bedroom, he found Ji Xun lying on his bed.
Ji Xun had also changed his clothes, a bathrobe loosely tied. In the room, the main light was off, with only a bedside lamp on. Ji Xun was looking at his phone under the lamplight. The cut on the web of his thumb had been simply bandaged with gauze.
The wall clock pointed to 12 o’clock.
Huo Ranyin casually mentioned, “Looking at your phone before bed affects your sleep.”
Ji Xun: “I’m not looking for long. I’m buying a ticket.”
Huo Ranyin’s movements paused. “You’re still going tomorrow?”
“What else?” Ji Xun said. “The promotional ads have already been sent out. If I suddenly say I’m not going, the publishing house will kill me.”
“You were kidnapped,” Huo Ranyin stated a fact.
“Yes, and I only got a 2cm cut. If I were sent to the hospital any later, oh no, the wound would have already healed.”
“…Are you deliberately arguing with me?”
“Why would you think that?” Ji Xun smiled. He finished buying the ticket and tossed his phone aside.
But the phone was caught by Huo Ranyin.
The screen hadn’t turned off yet. Huo Ranyin skillfully opened Ji Xun’s WeChat and found his own account.
“What are you doing?” Ji Xun asked, surprised.
By the time he finished speaking, Huo Ranyin had completed the settings. The phone was tossed back to Ji Xun. Ji Xun caught it and saw that the name “Huo Ranyin” had been changed to “Little Police Brother.”
“…Didn’t you hate that nickname?” Ji Xun was surprised.
“So many people call me Huo Ranyin. I don’t need one more from you,” Huo Ranyin said coolly. “Besides, if I didn’t change it, wouldn’t you have changed it like this? I just did what you were going to do.”
Ji Xun’s gaze moved from the screen to Huo Ranyin’s face.
He studied Huo Ranyin carefully, trying to read some emotion like shyness, sweetness, or even arrogance from his face. But Huo Ranyin remained cool, his face a perfect mask.
Still being duplicitous at a time like this.
“Alright, I would have indeed changed it like that.”
Ji Xun chuckled in spite of himself, admitting it. He then opened his arms and pulled Huo Ranyin, who was standing by the bed, into his embrace.
The kiss first landed below Huo Ranyin’s ear, at the apex of his sharp jawline. Then his lips would slide down this line, as if sliding down the edge of a blade.
Blade.
Ji Xun hated that word. It made him physiologically tense, and in severe cases, it would be accompanied by nausea, stiffness, and dizziness.
But besides this word, there seemed to be no other more fitting term to describe Huo Ranyin’s jawline.
Forget it, so be it.
Ji Xun thought carelessly.
For people to get close, they have to torture each other.
Once the skin is broken, blood is drawn, and scabs form, they will place each other in their hearts.
He kissed Huo Ranyin’s shapely chin, his slightly protruding Adam’s apple, and finally arrived at the collar. It was a set of purple silk pajamas with yellow buttons. The round buttons were neatly done up, not even sparing the topmost one.
“This shirt has buttons,” Ji Xun said.
The person sitting on him didn’t speak, but his Adam’s apple moved.
Ji Xun nipped at the button on the collar with his teeth, then pulled back slightly, holding Huo Ranyin’s waist, admiring his increasingly tense face, and asked with a smile:
“Did you change into this on purpose? But, you’re still missing a belt.”
Ji Xun said it again. His hands around the other’s waist could easily measure that there were no extra accessories on this firm, lean waist, only the drawstring of the pajama pants, loosely tied.
This was also normal. It would be more surprising if there really was something extra.
“…If you want to do it, just do it.” Huo Ranyin avoided the question. “Asking this and that, aren’t you bored?”
“Not bored at all,” Ji Xun replied. “If I could, I’d like to taste a hundred different ways of eating Captain Huo.”
As he answered Huo Ranyin, he deftly flipped over, placing Huo Ranyin on the bed. He himself got off the bed. The closet was right there. He didn’t bother with slippers, stepping barefoot on the floor and opening the closet door.
Inside the closet was a drawer specifically for belts.
Ji Xun pulled open the drawer. The various belts inside were a dazzling sight, with a wide variety of styles. His fingers had just landed on a bright silver studded belt when Huo Ranyin’s voice came from behind.
The other man said, as if he couldn’t stand it, “If you take that belt, aren’t you afraid of chipping a tooth?”
He didn’t question the act of him deliberately getting a belt anymore. Perhaps he chose to accept what he couldn’t resist.
“Can’t be helped, it’s too beautiful,” Ji Xun replied, but he obligingly switched to a black patent leather belt with an embossed metal buckle. As he took it down, he asked one more question, “Real leather?”
“Artificial leather,” Huo Ranyin answered lazily.
“Eco-friendly,” Ji Xun praised, bringing the belt back to the bedside. He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and fastened the belt for Huo Ranyin. The black belt was half on the snow-like skin and half on the purple waistband. The metal buckle was quite heavy and cold. When it brushed against Huo Ranyin’s skin, his body trembled slightly, as if he had been bitten by the embossed snake on it.
All the props seemed to be ready.
Ji Xun leaned forward and gave Huo Ranyin a kiss, then moved downwards and bit the first button.
A bit difficult.
He thought.
The button, which could usually be undone so easily, seemed to be suddenly welded into the buttonhole. No matter how he maneuvered his tongue, he couldn’t get it out. Instead, his saliva wet the shirt, first making the fabric cling to the skin, then his tongue inadvertently brushed against the skin.
This was just an accident, but the person beneath him trembled as if scalded. Only then did Ji Xun realize that Huo Ranyin’s breathing seemed to have quickened. His peripheral vision caught the other’s neck; a faint peach-pink blush floated on the snow-white skin. The owner unconsciously bit his lip, and a faint watery sheen in his pupils made his sharp, dark eyes look a little hazy.
The reaction of a male body is truly impossible to hide, and the loose pajama pants did little to block it. Ji Xun felt a bulge pressing against his waist. He let out a faint laugh, followed by an annoyed grunt from Huo Ranyin.
“So slow…”
“I know you’re eager.”
Ji Xun responded to the other man in between biting the button. After struggling for a while, he finally found the technique. He bit the edge of the fabric, gave it a pull and a tug, and undid the first button.
The rest followed the same method, without any obstacles.
The closed shirt parted, and the body hidden underneath was finally revealed. Ji Xun let out a sound of admiration.
This was practically a work carved by a sculptor who had meticulously measured proportions and dimensions with the golden ratio. But the sculptor was by no means the biggest contributor to this body’s allure. The sculptor carved this body, but Huo Ranyin, the soul named “Huo Ranyin,” bestowed this pale body with extraordinary magic.
Making it sharp, making it soft, making it bewitching.
Ji Xun bit the surface of the body, then licked it lightly.
This earned a muffled gasp and a low laugh from Huo Ranyin, “…Are you a cat? Licking and biting people?”
Ji Xun ignored him and continued. He left a wet mark right in the center of the other’s chest, then kissed it away. His breath fanned across the other’s skin. He could see the skin trembling faintly, trembling with his breath, trembling in his palm, a trembling of anticipation and fear.
He finally arrived at the belt around the waist.
With the upper body now bare, the belt and waistband made Huo Ranyin’s waist seem even slimmer. He kissed the center of the other’s navel, then, through the fabric, his kisses descended, landing on the bulge.
“Ha—”
A clear gasp escaped Huo Ranyin’s throat for the first time tonight.
Ji Xun raised his eyes and saw Huo Ranyin bite his lip hard, leaving a tooth mark on it. The mark first turned white, then quickly filled with blood and turned red, as if an unripe fruit had ripened and was about to fall in a single breath.
“Does it feel good?”
Ji Xun asked, not in a hurry to unbuckle the belt, but just maliciously kissing and touching through the fabric. His fingers still lingered on Huo Ranyin’s waist, while the tip of his tongue idly touched the tip of the bulge. With just a few touches, the fabric was already wet from the inside out.
“Ji Xun—” Huo Ranyin seemed to have reached the end of his endurance. His voice was stretched into a thin line. His upper body wanted to sit up, but it was pressed back down by Ji Xun’s palm. The veins on the back of his hand, which was braced on the bed, bulged, the blue veins struggling under the snow-like skin.
Then this hand was caught by Ji Xun.
Ji Xun gave Huo Ranyin a teasing smile, lowered his head again, and with a bite, unbuckled the belt.
The metal buckle first fell from between his teeth, followed by the long, black, shiny, snakeskin-patterned belt, like a snake’s tail, deftly brushing past Ji Xun’s lips.
It seemed that desire was now roaming across this face. Ji Xun’s face.
Huo Ranyin’s mind wavered for a moment, but immediately, he had no time to pay attention to these things.
His pajama pants were pulled down. His desire, freed from its restraints, eagerly poked its head out, seeking deeper solace.
Ji Xun lowered his head, seeming a bit hesitant. He slowly rubbed his cheek against his desire. The tip, leaking fluid, left a wet trail on Ji Xun’s face.
Huo Ranyin’s cheeks flushed red, and he subconsciously retracted his leg. But his thigh was immediately held down.
Ji Xun paused for a moment, then turned his face and kissed his desire with his lips.
Huo Ranyin instantly realized what Ji Xun wanted to do. It was as if a bomb had exploded in his mind—a loud bang, a bright light, shrapnel flying everywhere, leaving him dizzy. Then he heard a sound:
“Ji… Ji Xun… no…”
Whose voice was that? Did it sound like crying? How could there be a third person’s voice here?
Desire came in tidal waves, one after another, washing over the precarious dam of his rationality.
Huo Ranyin was in a daze. Finally, only a sliver of reason floated up from the ruins. He slowly realized that it was impossible for there to be a third person’s voice here. The person crying out was, it seemed, himself…
Another person’s thing was in his mouth.
The taste was a bit strange. Ji Xun thought. He hadn’t planned to go this far, but it happened naturally, as a matter of course… His hesitation just now wasn’t about whether or not to do it, whether or not to take Huo Ranyin’s thing into his mouth, but rather, he was surprised at his own heart.
He had never done such a thing… never even thought about it.
But the thought had suddenly popped up without any preparation, and he felt almost no repulsion.
He sucked on the thing in his mouth. This most direct expression of the human body’s desire was not very well-behaved. It trembled in his mouth, swelling, and would sometimes touch his teeth. Then he would hear Huo Ranyin’s whimpers escape from between his lips and teeth.
Huo Ranyin seemed unable to bear it, whether from pain or pleasure, or simply a mixture of both. The moans escaping his lips became more and more frequent, each one as if stained with tears, yet also with honey. The tears also tasted of honey.
Making someone happy wasn’t difficult.
Ji Xun discovered he had a great talent for this.
He relaxed his jaw, trying to let the soft inner walls of his mouth and his tongue make contact, then relaxed his throat, letting the tip of the desire probe into his throat. The former was nothing, but the latter caused some physiological gagging. However, this peristalsis of the throat seemed to stimulate Huo Ranyin’s senses even more. Every one of Huo Ranyin’s toes curled up, gripping the bedsheets tightly. He also heard Huo Ranyin’s breathing, rapid, in a series, his endurance on the verge of its limit, unbearable, a crying moan begging for release.
“Ji Xun, let go of me… let go, I can’t hold it anymore…”
He pulled back slightly.
Saliva clung to the desire, pulling out a silvery thread. The thing, swollen to its limit, broke through the barrier, trembling as it intermittently shot out thick, white spurts.
Some of the liquid splattered on Ji Xun’s face.
Ji Xun wiped it away with his finger.
He looked at Huo Ranyin. Huo Ranyin’s back was resting on the bed again. His legs had lost their strength, no longer propped up, but limply relaxed. The light pink that had covered his skin had turned into rose red. He was like a sated cat.
A sated cat, shedding its wildness, discarding its sharp claws, only wishing to sleep on a soft bed, belly up, letting people do as they please.
Ji Xun took a breath.
His own desire was also painfully tight. He lifted Huo Ranyin’s legs.
Huo Ranyin, in a daze, lifted his eyelids to look at him. He didn’t resist, even obediently following Ji Xun’s force and actively raising his legs.
Ji Xun brought Huo Ranyin’s legs together.
A trace of confusion appeared on Huo Ranyin’s face. He looked at him, letting out a soft “Mm?” through his nose.
A Huo Ranyin like this was really too well-behaved, as if he had been completely tamed.
He leaned over, smeared the semen on Huo Ranyin’s lips, then kissed him, kissing away the faint remaining taste of blood.
“There were no roses tonight, no dragon fruit, and you were still so stubborn. So I’m going to punish you by not going all the way.”
He came up with an interesting idea.
“How about we try using your legs?”
His desire pressed against the base of Huo Ranyin’s thighs, touching the other’s softly drooping desire. He wickedly bumped his own kind, watching it pitifully spit out its last little bit of essence.
Then he gently rubbed against the flesh of Huo Ranyin’s legs.
Every part of Huo Ranyin’s body was firm, well-trained, not even the inner thighs were an exception. But the skin here was still delicate. He only thrust shallowly a few times, and already saw a new pink color staining the side of Huo Ranyin’s legs, as if he had been thoroughly bullied.
“…It’s a bit strange,” Huo Ranyin managed to say. “You might as well just come inside…”
“No.”
Ji Xun refused. He pulled back and had Huo Ranyin assume a new position, kneeling on all fours on the bed.
Huo Ranyin pressed his lips together but did not refuse.
He changed his position. His two long, slender legs knelt on the mattress, his rear firm. Further up was a shallow curve of his waist and a straight back. Even in this position, the other’s back was ramrod straight.
Ji Xun’s desire brushed past the cleft of Huo Ranyin’s buttocks.
He felt the trembling of the other’s body transmit to his own. He deliberately probed there, and just as Huo Ranyin was ready, he pressed his desire between the other’s thighs again.
He had the other’s legs close together again. This time, he placed his own fierce desire between them, repeatedly, rapidly thrusting. The heat from the thrusting desire ignited on the thighs, then spread like a wildfire across Huo Ranyin’s entire body.
The skin under his hands was getting hot. Huo Ranyin bit his lip again, deeply. He controlled his voice, but couldn’t control his desire. His spent desire had already become erect again under Ji Xun’s impacts.
It felt like ants were crawling inside his body. The place where desire should be inserted was terrifyingly empty.
But even so, these ants were still gnawing at his flesh, his bone marrow, making the tingling, itching, pain, and burning all stew together inside him, softening his rationality into water. But the water still tried to hold its shape, and he still tried to hold on.
He heard Ji Xun behind him, panting and calling his name.
“Huo Ranyin—”
The water evaporated. Not a shred of reason was left.
He threw down his armor, quickly sinking into the endless bliss that Ji Xun brought him.
