Chapter 3006: Stubbornly Tamed 23

After all that fuss on the sofa, nobody knew who gave in first; by the time Chenshu realized what was happening, the two had already shifted from the sofa onto the bed.

The curtains were half-drawn, the bedroom light dim and gloomy, the sheets crumpled into a heap, and the pillow had slid to one side.

Chenshu, half-dazed, thought Jin Chen must be quite pleased; he had been tossed onto the head of the bed, watching Jin Chen stand at the bedside leisurely unbuttoning his shirt, which gave off an air of austere yet sensual tension.

Seeing that made Chenshu's throat go dry; he swallowed unconsciously, lifted his upper body, and reached for Jin Chen's hand—Jin Chen's shirt had been slipped off and tossed casually onto the sofa at the foot of the bed, his torso fully exposed to the air, Chenshu's gaze seemed glued, his cheeks and ears burning.

Jin Chen looked at his earnest expression, curled the corner of his lip, knelt on one knee on the mattress, leaned over, bracing himself on either side of Chenshu's body; his tall frame brought a wave of pressure, and Chenshu instinctively shrank back—only for Jin Chen to seize his chin and turn him back, their kiss hot and scorching, carrying the fresh aftertaste of tobacco and mint, plus an aggressiveness that made the heart race.

Chenshu went limp at the waist, passively enduring the kiss that seemed to suck his soul away; he unconsciously clenched the sheets beneath him, then released them, instead gripping Jin Chen's arm, his fingertips digging deep into the skin.

The air heated up quickly; soon the pajamas were effortlessly pulled off and tossed to the foot of the bed, sunlight streaming through the curtain gap falling unobstructed on the youth's fair, slender body, revealing the scars that had faded to a pale pink.

Jin Chen's kiss left his lips, leaving a faint red mark on the delicate throat, then continued downward.

Chenshu, unable to bear it, tilted his head back, but just as his consciousness swam, Jin Chen suddenly stopped.

He pushed himself up, looking down at the person beneath him whose gaze was scattered and who was still panting lightly; a hand with faintly bulging veins seized one of Chenshu's wrists and pressed it against the pillow's edge, his sturdy, hormone-charged body almost completely enveloping Chenshu.

The only sound left in the room was the two of them breathing somewhat heavily.

Jin Chen's voice was somewhat repressed, with a low, rough rasp: "You're playing coy again today—do you want to go out and do something?"

Chenshu, still immersed in the sudden discomfort of the interrupted moment, heard those words; his ear tip tingled as if shocked, his body still uneasy, hanging there in limbo, not up nor down, and the faint grievance in his heart instantly flared and swelled.

"You're wronging me!"

Without even thinking, he lunged and bit Jin Chen's shoulder, saying, "I just like you… is it not okay to like you like this?"

He hadn't done anything wrong; today he was being overly obedient, feeding soup and coaxing, yet still being blamed.

Jin Chen didn't even frown from the bite; he simply watched Chenshu's aggrieved yet fierce expression, actually leisurely observing him, as if savoring his frustrated, unsatisfied state.

Seeing that he was merely teasing—just kissing and teasing without giving release—Chenshu's unwillingness to lose and the unresolved heat in his body surged; he gasped and shoved Jin Chen onto the bed.

Jin Chen was pushed back, his head hitting the pillow, and he looked with interest at Chenshu straddling him.

Chenshu sat on Jin Chen's waist and abdomen, his hair disheveled and spilling over his shoulders, a few streaks of dye wet and sticking to his sweaty neck and collarbone, the skin at the corners of his lips rubbed raw and slightly red, making him look wild and spicy.

He flicked his head back, hair flying to reveal his handsome face, and said stubbornly and defiantly, "Then I'll do it myself…"

But his body had already been weakened by the teasing; as soon as he tried a little, his waist went limp and he slumped back onto Jin Chen's lower abdomen, trembling from thigh to calf, even his toes curling.

Jin Chen watched his stubborn yet clumsy attempt, still inept and having worn himself out enough to be irritating, and finally couldn't help curling his lip and scolding him, "Useless."

Chenshu's competitive spirit flared up instantly.

He gritted his teeth, and despite the difficulty, he slowly lowered himself inch by inch; the process was arduous and prolonged, until he fit himself snugly deep into Jin Chen's embrace—at that moment, an indescribable feeling of fullness made Chenshu involuntarily whimper, his forehead pressing against Jin Chen's sweat-slicked chest as he gasped heavily.

At the moment Chenshu fully seated himself, Jin Chen's Adam's apple jerked violently, his arm muscles tensed instantly, and he wrapped his arms around Chenshu's slightly trembling waist and back, the two clinging together in the most intimate pose.

Before Chenshu could react, he was flipped over and pressed down, sinking into the soft mattress; Jin Chen pried open his chin, deepening the kiss to a drunken abundance, then nibbled at the tip of Chenshu's ear and whispered low, "How can you be so useless?"

"What are you trembling for, huh?"

Chenshu's feelings surged, threatening to burst from his throat, burning his eyes; though the words were a low rebuke, they only made him more addicted.

Tonight he was especially obedient, to an almost absurd degree.

Having been tormented to such a pitiable state, tears streamed down in strands, soaking the pillow.

He neither dodged nor called a stop; he simply endured everything Jin Chen gave him, eyes red, lips bitten.

Even if his body had turned limp as a puddle, even if his voice had gone hoarse.

Jin Chen felt a slight itch from being licked, turned his head away twice, then flicked his tongue over his slightly numb lower lip and asked, "Are you a little dog?"

He seized Chenshu's chin, saying, "My mouth is about to be bitten through by you."

Chenshu poked out his tongue, sweeping over the finger Jin Chen still had resting at the corner of his lips; he looked pleased, his eyes crinkling despite the moisture still veiling them.

"You can bite through mine too," he panted, his voice soft and hoarse, "Even if it hurts, it doesn't matter."

Time lost its meaning amid the ebb and flow of passion.

When everything finally subsided, Chenshu was so exhausted he didn't even want to move his fingers, his whole body sore and limp as if taken apart and reassembled, he lay sprawled in the disordered bed, consciousness hazy, only sensing that the light had grown much dimmer.

He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, and through his blurred gaze looked out the window; beyond the sheer curtain hung a gold‑red sunset.