KM: Chapter 10

Since that day, Ji An had turned into a kissing fiend. Previously, You Chen always forced him, as if he had an overwhelming desire and obsession with kissing. Now, it seemed Ji An was the one who couldn't forget about kissing. You Chen picked up Ji An, who was rubbing against him, and steadily placed him on the table, squeezing between Ji An's legs, with both hands supporting Ji An's waist.

"What are you doing? Rubbing nonstop."

Ji An's calves swung lightly, and he smiled with his eyes curved, speaking softly and haltingly to him, "Kiss, kiss, me."

You Chen remained still, smiling as he looked at him.

He tugged at You Chen's shirt hem and said again, "You… Chen, kiss, kiss, me."

"Hmm, smoother than before, I'll reward you."

You Chen habitually pinched Ji An's face, making Ji An tilt his head up for a kiss. Every time they kissed, he would pinch Ji An's face like this. It felt soft and comfortable to squeeze, and the soft sensation under his fingers made him want to kiss deeper. When he wanted to kiss deeper, he would apply a bit more pressure on Ji An's face, causing Ji An to open his mouth. He couldn't escape and had to accept it.

In the end, he would be kissed until his legs went weak, unable to breathe, and at times, his eyes and nose would turn red, kissed to the point of tears. After each kiss, he looked so pitiful, yet he would still take the initiative to say, You Chen, kiss me. Like a little animal, tamed, accepting both good and bad, whether bullied or teased, he liked it all.

"Don't close your mouth, let me see if your tongue is red from my bite."

Afterwards, You Chen wouldn't let Ji An off the hook, his fingers stirring in Ji An's warm mouth after the kiss, making Ji An whimper, grabbing his wrist to make him stop. But the more Ji An pushed, the more You Chen wanted to tease. In the end, Ji An could only feebly hold onto him, as if actively guiding his hand deeper.

You Chen coaxed him, "Hold it for a while, just like eating candy, hmm?"

Ji An lowered his eyes and held it, his red, indulgent mouth wrapping around his fingers. He deliberately pressed Ji An's tongue, while his other hand kept rubbing Ji An's lower abdomen. Ji An couldn't take it, and soon his fingers were glistening.

You Chen clicked his tongue, withdrew his fingers, and looked at them, deliberately saying, "Ji An, why can't you control yourself? Your saliva is about to drip into my palm."

Ji An was probably crying, his neck flushed red with shame, not knowing what to do. You Chen extended his hand toward Ji An again.

"Be good, lick it clean."

Ji An's shoulders trembled as he cupped his hand, sticking out his small tongue to lick bit by bit, like a kitten eating, his face really only palm-sized. You Chen's hands were large, and the contrast made his heart itch uncontrollably.

Naturally, You Chen couldn't control himself, kissing him until he cried for a long time before calming down.

During self-study, You Chen was playing basketball. Halfway through, he sent a message to Ji An, asking him to come find him. When Ji An arrived at the gymnasium, he sat down to the side, planning to wait for You Chen to finish playing before leaving together. But as soon as You Chen saw him, he stopped playing, slowly walking over to sit beside him, then patted his own leg, indicating for him to sit on it.

Ji An widened his eyes and shook his head.

You Chen clicked his tongue.

"How come I find you're quite bold now, Ji An? Before, you knew to kneel without me saying a word, and now when I ask you to sit on my lap, you dare to disobey."

Ji An stared at him blankly, pondering his words. You Chen didn't have the patience to wait for him, raising his hand to pat his leg again, urging him, hurry up.

Ji An turned his head to look at the few people still playing basketball. Although there were no physical education classes now, it was the same group as last time, and he still felt embarrassed.

You Chen didn't understand. Kneeling and sitting on his lap were different. The former was his submission to the controller, while the latter seemed more like a gesture of a couple in love. He could bow his head to You Chen, be You Chen's little dog, without hesitation, but being in love with You Chen was something he would hesitate about for a long, long time.

Seeing that Ji An didn't move at all, not even looking at him, You Chen's anger flared, and he directly reached out to pull him onto his lap, smacking his butt hard.

"Tsk, don't push your luck, Ji An."

Ji An winced in pain, turned back to look at him timidly, and said, "I… didn't."

You Chen punished him by pinching and kneading his soft flesh, asking, "Do you think you can disobey me now, Ji An?"

Ji An shrank into his embrace, reaching back to grab his wrist, wanting him to stop, half-crying, "I… I'll listen, I'll listen… don't… rub, I'll listen, I'll listen."

Only then did You Chen stop, asking Ji An why he hesitated for so long. Ji An buried his head in his embrace, nudging like an ostrich, wanting to hide his head where no one could see.

You Chen chuckled, asking, "Shy?"

Ji An softly responded, and he continued, "What's there to be shy about? There are only a few people, and they all know."

Ji An thought, You Chen really doesn't understand. You Chen rubbed his back, saying, "Alright, get up. Did you bring tissues? My face is covered in sweat."

Ji An slowly straightened up, his waist pinched and gently kneaded. He took out tissues from his pocket and reached over to wipe You Chen's sweat. You Chen deliberately leaned back, pulling his hand to his mouth.

Ji An made a few embarrassed hums, unable to pull his hand back, watching as his fingers were bitten until they tingled before You Chen let go. Dutifully, he continued to wipe You Chen's sweat.

You Chen watched Ji An's face turn redder and redder. He didn't know how enticing he looked now, his half-leaning posture giving him a vantage point to look down at Ji An. The lazy air between his brows mixed with his natural shadowy aura created an innate sense of oppression. Anyone being stared at like this would inevitably lower their neck.

Ji An avoided You Chen's gaze, and You Chen pinched his face with a smile, saying, "Why is your face so red just from helping me wipe sweat?"

Ji An's heart was in chaos, but fortunately, You Chen didn't tease him further. After wiping the sweat, he held him and watched the others play basketball, rubbing his waist while asking if he was more handsome or if anyone among them was his type.

He didn't dare answer, but if he didn't, You Chen's hand would start to slip under his clothes. Anxious and scared, his mind went blank, and he turned back to kiss You Chen. You Chen paused, then laughed, no longer teasing him.

When everyone dispersed, You Chen took him and left together. On the way, Ji An stared at a boy in front for a long time. You Chen frowned, clicked his tongue, and pinched his face, asking what he was looking at.

"Are you not afraid of making me angry now?"

Ji An, with his face pinched, stammered, "He… his jacket…"

Ji An pointed at him. "I… saw, a blue one, very, very suitable, for you."

You Chen lowered his head and bit him fiercely.

"Stop looking. I won't wear the same style as others."

Ji An pouted, "Hmm… so I, stared, at him… imagining, a bit…"

You Chen was amused by him.

"Ji An, don't make it seem like I'm deliberately mistreating you, not even fulfilling this little wish."

Ji An, with his bright, watery eyes, kept staring at him.

You Chen clicked his tongue.

"Alright, I'll wear it."