KM: Chapter 34

When You Chen arrived home, Ji An was curled up on the sofa, asleep.

It seemed that after ending the video call, he hadn't done anything else. The phone was still positioned facing Ji An's face, and Ji An had fallen asleep hugging his legs.

You Chen took off his shoes and walked over quietly, pinching Ji An's cheek, saying, "Baby, I'm back."

Ji An groggily lifted his head. Seeing it was him, he let his head fall forward, resting on You Chen's abdomen to regain his senses.

You Chen chuckled, "Are you hungry? Let's go out to eat. Do you want to change clothes?"

"Yes."

"I'll get your clothes. Which one do you want to wear?"

"Anything is fine."

You Chen held Ji An's chin and shook it twice, trying to wake him up a bit before turning to the wardrobe to find clothes. Ji An's taste in clothes hadn't changed; his style was still the same, with all his tops being white.

Even after becoming a model, he hadn't become more flexible in his choices.

You Chen picked out a white shirt and black casual pants, imagining that Ji An would still look as youthful and fresh as he did a few years ago.

He handed the clothes to Ji An, who took them and stood up to go to the bathroom to change. But You Chen pressed him back onto the sofa, saying, "Just change here. I'm not someone else."

Ji An glanced up at him, his eyes filled with hesitation, but eventually nodded, slightly turning his body, and slowly removed his pajamas before gradually putting on the shirt.

Ji An always did things slowly, something You Chen had noticed long ago. It was probably due to his personality before, and now also because of his health, which was unlikely to change.

This tendency easily put him in dangerous situations, like now.

His shoulders were thin as a sheet, and when he raised his arms, the curve of his shoulder blades was tantalizing. His waistline was faintly visible beneath the shirt. You Chen still remembered the feel of gripping that slender waist, how his fingers would sink in slightly when he applied pressure, leaving lingering marks on the hipbone.

His gaze darkened, and he suddenly bent down to undo the first button Ji An had just fastened, flipping the collar down to bind Ji An's hands with the shirt.

Ji An turned his head in panic to look at him, "You, You Chen, what are you doing?"

You Chen took out his phone from his pocket, glanced at it, then turned the screen to show Ji An with a smile.

"It's only eleven o'clock. I came back a bit early. We'll go eat later. You're not hungry enough to eat yet; I want you to be a bit hungrier."

Ji An's eyes widened, and before he could say anything, You Chen had already kissed him. The phone was tossed aside on the sofa, and You Chen removed his own clothes with one hand, pressing Ji An into the sofa, licking Ji An's ear several times. Ji An shivered sensitively, his entire face turning red before You Chen let him go, kissing down towards Ji An's neck.

The sound of a belt being undone rang out, and Ji An turned his face away, closing his eyes tightly, not daring to look. You Chen's hands kneaded forcefully, and Ji An stifled a moan, his tightly closed legs pried open, pressed straight against his groin.

Ji An suddenly realized that in this aspect, You Chen would never become gentle.

"Ah… You, You Chen… don't… don't press…"

Ji An struggled to close his legs, but You Chen's leg was wedged in between, his knee pressing lightly and heavily against Ji An's vulnerability, over and over.

"No… please…"

Tears flowed uncontrollably from Ji An's eyes, his body feeling like it was being continuously stimulated by a weak electric current, numb and tingling.

You Chen bit down on his chest, leaving several bite marks, contrasting with the red finger marks on the other side, trailing down to the flat, soft abdomen.

Ji An's moans grew louder, his hands trying desperately to break free from the restraint. You Chen withdrew his knee, raised his hand to pull down Ji An's pants. Ji An choked out a sound, saying incoherently, "My… my shirt… it's wrinkled…"

You Chen straightened up to kiss him, saying, "I'll replace it for you."

Ji An bit his lip, raising his leg to kick You Chen, but You Chen grabbed his calf, dragging it toward the sofa armrest, his foot dangling outside.

"Baby, hook it here. Don't close your legs later."

You Chen rubbed Ji An's abdomen, slowly moving downward, grasping and tightening his palm. His other hand supported against the sofa back, watching Ji An arch his neck, mouth open, crying out brokenly.

"Without preparation, there's nothing to lubricate. It'll be tough on you, baby, or it'll hurt."

Ji An couldn't respond, enduring the heat from You Chen's palm with tears streaming down his face.

You Chen pecked at his Adam's apple, and soon a warm flow surged into his palm, with Ji An's cries of passion and restraint in his ears.

He waited for Ji An's reaction, but Ji An lay limp on the sofa, breathing weakly. So he frowned, moist fingers squeezing into the narrow space, asking deeply, "Why aren't you calling my name? Why don't you say you like me?"

Ji An trembled under his actions, crying and stammering, "You… Chen… like, you."

You Chen wasn't satisfied, forcefully inserting a second finger.

"Say it again."

"You, Chen… like you… like you…"

You Chen aggressively pushed in a third finger, listening to Ji An break down, repeating over and over. His fingers suddenly curled, and Ji An arched his back, crying out "Ah," tears falling madly.

"I like you too, baby."

"I'm coming in."

Ji An's writhing waist was viciously pinched, and You Chen thrust in with force, all the way in. Ji An leaned back, nearly fainting.

Then came the relentless thrusting. You Chen's hand pressed against the sofa armrest on Ji An's knee, forcing him not to tighten his legs. Later, he lifted Ji An's legs onto his shoulders, reaching deeper.

Ji An's flat abdomen was pushed out into a curve. You Chen whispered in his ear, "Baby, your belly is sticking out. Next time, eat until it's sticking out too."

Ji An's head spun, his hands bound at his lower back, clawing at the sofa.

He suddenly wished people's minds could grow timers. He wanted to know how long had passed and when it would end.

You Chen panted by his ear, not holding back at all, his voice low and pleasant. Ji An's ears felt soft, his cheeks burning red.

When the breathing was heaviest, Ji An was thrust so hard he couldn't even cry out. After a violent tremor, he collapsed on the sofa, thinking it was over, only to be lifted by You Chen the next second, carried to the bed.

"There's still half an hour until midnight."

Ji An was flipped over and pressed onto the bed. You Chen undid the shirt and tossed it aside, grabbing his hands and pinning them to the sides. Before Ji An could recover, he urgently entered him again.

The bed in the rented apartment wasn't very sturdy. You Chen's forceful movements made it creak and shake with each thrust.

The sound inexplicably stirred a strong sense of shame in Ji An. He buried his face tightly in the pillow, whimpering softly.

You Chen thrust harder and harder. Ji An felt like he would be done to death by You Chen on the bed.

You Chen whispered in his ear, "The bed is louder than you, baby."

Ji An cried, shivering his shoulders, stubbornly biting his lip to keep silent.

You Chen laughed, turning his face to kiss him.

"Baby, why are you angry? Don't be mad, it doesn't sound as good as you."

"Don't bite your lip, baby, I want to hear you."

You Chen used his usual tricks, his fingers slipping into Ji An's mouth, playing with Ji An's soft tongue, thrusting deeply, listening to Ji An's uncontrollable cries and pleas for mercy.

Desire filled every corner of the room. Ji An's last syllable was a soft sob, telling him not to come again.

"It'll… break…"