The kiss went from his palm to his fingertips, and then Jiang Stops felt his fingertips being bitten. The sting of the canine teeth and the slight itch of the tongue transmitted to his nerve endings at the same time. He immediately struggled out of reflex, and his finger broke free from the imprisonment of Yan Ji's teeth. He looked down and saw a faint glow of water on his ring finger, and a few teeth marks were clearly visible.
"Are you a dog … Oh! … "
Jiang Stops's thighs were separated by Yan Ji's knees, and then he forcibly squeezed between them. Although the two of them were standing close to each other, their lower bodies were entangled in a dangerously intimate position. Their hard bodies were unusually prominent through the thin fabric of the pants.
"I'm here for my birthday present," Yan Ji whispered in Jiang Stops's ear.
Jiang Stops gritted his teeth and said, "… I'll buy you a present tomorrow."
"No, I can't wait until tomorrow."
"Then what do you want?"
Yan Xun laughed amidst the gurgling sound of boiling water. Through his pants, he thrust forward, full of malice and aggression. He had been hard since he entered the house, and there was no sign of him softening. Instead, he was getting hotter and hotter, and even the frequency of his pulsing veins was clearly transmitted to Jiang Stops's skin through the fabric.
"Not good," he said, "Then I'll buy you a present."
Jiang Stops tried to pull away, but Yan Ji was faster. He bent down, hugged Jiang Stops's knees, and lifted him onto his shoulder. He walked out of the pantry and into the master bedroom. He didn't stop by the bed, but went straight into the bathroom, kicked the door shut, and then put Jiang Stops on the ground, and pushed him into the corner to firmly hold him.
Yan Xun's stature was extremely oppressive in the relatively small space of the bathroom, leaving Jiang Ting with no way to escape. Her waist and hip were directly clamped, and they were forced to stare at each other in this face-to-face position.
"Why are you running?"
"…"
"Don't you like me?"
Jiang Stops's lips moved, but then he pursed them again.
Yan Ji's facial features were indeed a little different from the current aesthetic standards. He had a sense of pure male aggression. His lines were sharp and strong, and he was handsome but not too serious. When he looked at someone from top to bottom, his eyes narrowed slightly. The small bone from the base of his nose was straighter than the spine of a knife. Every pore on his body exuded the fierceness and bandit aura that had been cultivated from more than ten years of being a criminal police officer.
"Speak." Yan Ji slowly approached. When he spoke, his lips were almost touching Jiang Stops's lips. "Don't you like me?"
Jiang Stops opened his mouth to say something, but his throat was suddenly seized.
This kiss was different from the previous ones. In the close entanglement, Yan Ji's lower body, which was so hard that it almost jumped out, constantly pushed against Jiang Stops's thighs. At the same time, his tongue imitated this frequency, pushing against his mouth again and again. The exact same action from top to bottom made Jiang Stops suddenly have an extremely absurd and erotic feeling. It was as if a certain barrier that he had been carefully guarding had suddenly cracked. Yan Ji's overwhelming desire violently hit every crack, pouring his hot breath into his body.
"Don't move. Give me two more thrusts." Yan Ji's words were hurried and unclear. His five fingers randomly pinched Jiang Stops' elbow, and his other hand easily broke through Jiang Stops' struggle. He pulled two or three buttons off Jiang Stops' shirt, and then inserted them into the elastic belt of his trousers. He panted and asked with a smile, "Is it hard?"
It was more than hard. It was so hot that it was about to explode.
From Yan Ji's point of view, Jiang Stops' ears were flushed, but in contrast, his face was extremely pale. His jet-black brows were tightly knitted, forming a fine line. His cheeks were unnaturally tense as he clenched his molars.
His forehead was sweating, but Yan Ji knew that it was definitely not because of the heat — because his elbow was slightly trembling.
He was nervous.
Yan Ji didn't expect that Jiang Stops' face, which was calm and sometimes even very cold under any circumstances, would show this kind of restrained tension because of him. This gave Yan Ji a considerable psychological shock. If the evil fire in his heart was only faintly burning before, now it suddenly soared with the wind, and even without the last trace of imperceptible hesitation.
"Can we go to bed later?" Yan Ji asked in a low voice.
Jiang Stops trembled as he grabbed Yan Ji's wrist and said, "You'll regret it later …"
Yan Ji was silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled. His beautiful eyes narrowed, "I won't."
Jiang Stops still wanted to struggle, but immediately his cold fingers were opened little by little by Yan Ji. Then his trousers were pulled down and silently fell to the ground along his ankles. Yan Xuan flipped him over and pushed him against the tile wall from the back. Like a beast in heat, he couldn't control himself from pushing, squeezing, and pushing him. At first, he bit Jiang Ting's hair, then he bit along his temples to his ears and cheeks, and breathlessly sucked and kissed his warm and delicate neck. At the same time, he unzipped his pants, and his weapon popped out, impatiently and unmethodically trying to push inside.
The moment that thick and terrifying thing touched his flesh, Jiang Stops's back tensed up. His whole body leaned forward against the wall, and he squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, "… Yan Ji —"
His last syllable changed because Yan Ji's fingertips suddenly stuffed in.
Like sandpaper being forcefully rubbed into his intestines, Jiang Stops' fingers suddenly grasped the tile wall and left five fingerprints. Yan Ji tried to move his fingers, but they were so tight that he almost couldn't move them. He took a few deep breaths, and suddenly grabbed the face cream by the sink. In a hurry, he only had time to make sure it hadn't expired, then he dug out a lump and hurriedly smeared it on his fingers, and squeezed it in again.
This time, it was much easier to move his fingers in and out, but Jiang Stops's tense back didn't relax. Yan Ji reached his hand over his shoulder in front of him, pulled his chin closer to himself, and kept kissing his damp forehead.
"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt. Don't be afraid … "
Jiang Stops gritted his teeth. He felt his fingers increasing, but he couldn't tell how many. Soon, he began to feel unbearable swelling pain. Just as he was about to reach out and grab Yan Ji's arm, the pressure in his body suddenly lightened, and those rough and strong fingers were withdrawn.
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