When the Wild Beast is Trapped in the Nightmare Cycle (BL)
Chapter 254: No More Waiting

Chapter 254: No More Waiting

Cw: *cough* still not quite there yet hence no warning on the title ^^

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Shen Nianzu’s legs quivered beneath him as if they had transformed into jelly, and he almost could not step on the accelerator properly. He cranked up the air-con to its maximum, blasting frigid air onto his flushed face in an attempt to gather a semblance of rationality that had been lost somewhere between the exhilarating and thrilling play of Jin Jiuchi’s nimble tongue.

Jin Jiuchi moved his legs, intending to climb to the front like Shen Nianzu did, but Shen Nianzu reacted swiftly and intercepted him with a sternly raised hand. "Stay!" He commanded in an almost harsh tone, his own breath still ragged and unsteady. "Just stay in the back and don’t come here!"

"Nian’er..." Jin Jiuchi directed the most pitiful puppy eyes towards him, but Shen Nianzu was unmoved. He refused to be swayed no matter what.

For the love of God and anything holy in this world, he would be damned if he were to let Jin Jiuchi sit beside him. What if they started kissing again in between the red traffic lights? Shen Nianzu had reluctantly accepted that his self-control tended to fly out of the window once Jin Jiuchi’s lips met his, and if they were to seek each other again, he was not certain whether he could stop it in time before it spiraled too far. In that scenario, he could kiss his soft and luxurious queen-size bed goodbye because Jin Jiuchi would undoubtedly take him right here and now!

"Stay," he glowered, more menacingly this time. "And don’t distract me when I’m driving. If we don’t reach home, we will not continue, understood?"

Jin Jiuchi put on a sullen and frustrated look, though in the end he begrudgingly complied with Shen Nianzu’s demand and did not try to move again. Not that Shen Nianzu could not understand him. He himself felt so aroused that it hurt – damn, he swore he had never been this hard before – and the thought of what they were going to do once they returned home only sent a burst of butterflies all over his chest and stomach. It was only through sheer willpower that his hands remained steady as he navigated the car out of the parking lot and towards the street.

However, Shen Nianzu soon discovered a grave problem he had overlooked before.

Following his stern command, Jin Jiuchi remained in the back seat. However, he kept silent all the time and not even the faintest rustle of fabric could be heard. This wouldn’t be an issue on its own, but the problem was— the man’s presence was so intense that it was impossible to ignore! Each time Shen Nianzu glanced into the rearview mirror, he would find Jin Jiuchi’s unrelenting and predatory gaze staring back at him!

Goodness, how had he never looked away even for one second?!

Shen Nianzu involuntarily gulped, and the sound seemed to echo endlessly amidst the hushed silence. When the car was stuck on yet another traffic light, he risked a quick glance into the mirror, only for his heart to leap into his throat when he found himself locking eyes with Jin Jiuchi once again.

An inexplicable tension surged between them, the air growing thick with anticipation and restlessness. Shen Nianzu became so aware of Jin Jiuchi’s eyes on him, taking in every shift and change of his expression, so much that a sheen of perspiration formed on his palms.

Jin Jiuchi’s gaze was doing something indescribable to him, and the worst part was, he could not even discern whether the man was doing it on purpose or not! Despite the full-blown air con, sweat beaded on his hairline and he bit down on his bottom lip, stifling the sounds that threatened to escape. He could feel those silver eyes on him akin to a tangible touch, caressing his heated skin, worshiping every inch of his body, and in response, his cock would twitch, not showing any signs that it would soften anytime soon.

Oh God, this had to be the most sexually charged car ride Shen Nianzu had – and would – ever encountered.

When he eventually drove into the familiar mountainous route some forty minutes later, he felt like a fish yanked out of water. His shirt clung to his back, his silver hair stuck to his cheeks, and a rosy flush painted his cheekbones. He struggled to catch his breath and worse still, Jin Jiuchi had not even done anything to him! Was this another one of Jin Jiuchi’s abilities he was not privy to, or was he just this naturally perverted?

Shen Nianzu was not given a chance to ponder on that question because his villa soon came into sight. He smoothly maneuvered into the garage, and before the car had even fully come to a halt, Jin Jiuchi flung open the door and jumped out. The implication behind his action was crystal clear, so was the blazing impatience in his silvery eyes.

After switching off the engine, Shen Nianzu took a few seconds to steady his erratic heartbeat. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, inhaled deeply and murmured to himself, "You can do this, Shen Nianzu. You will not let him sweep you off your feet!"

His words, however, ended up turning into a jinx.

As soon as the two of them entered through the front door, Jin Jiuchi immediately backed him against the wall and kissed him within an inch of his life. He let out a restrained moan, "Ngh... Jin– wait..." Shen Nianzu tried to get him to slow down, but Jin Jiuchi grabbed hold of his wrists, pressed them above his head and gritted out with a strained voice,

"No, no more waiting. I almost died back there, and Nian’er still wants me to wait?"

Seeing the look of utter pain and forbearance on his face, Shen Nianzu couldn’t help but fall into a daze. Turned out, it was not only him who was feeling hot and bothered. However, his lapse in attention did not escape Jin Jiuchi’s notice, who swiftly pulled him into another mind-blowing and passionate make out session. Shen Nianzu was kissed so much that his knees buckled, his legs threatening to give way beneath him. And in the next second, a powerful arm wrapped around his waist and he found his feet being lifted off the ground!

"Ah—!" A startled cry tumbled from Shen Nianzu’s lips, and he instinctively grabbed onto the nearest anchor he could find, which happened to be Jin Jiuchi’s shoulders. His legs wound themselves around Jin Jiuchi’s tapered waist, and he was not given a chance to swoon over how easy it was for Jin Jiuchi to manhandle him, because the sudden change of position caused their erections to press against each other.

Upon feeling that electrifying and hair-rising contact, the two of them gasped, equally shocked and taken aback.

"Oh God..." With a groan, Shen Nianzu wrapped his arms around Jin Jiuchi’s neck, surrendering to his fate as he reciprocated the kiss with fervor. His heels dug into Jin Jiuchi’s back as they began to grind against each other, fully driven by the instinct to chase after the climax. The wall behind him was icy cold, but the solid body pinning down on him was scorching hot. The two stark temperatures set his blood ablaze, obliterating any remnants of thoughts or reasons that might still linger.

Jin Jiuchi gasped against his lips and he faltered for a second before he abruptly snapped his hips forward, earning him another startled cry from Shen Nianzu. "Nian’er, so good... it feels so good..." he muttered, his voice laced with raw desire.

Trapped in the haze of passion, Shen Nianzu continued to lose himself in the lure of Jin Jiuchi’s intoxicating kisses until—

"Ahem!"

That sudden cough was akin to a lightning clap that struck him right on the head. Shen Nianzu snapped his head up with a gasp, only to be met with the sight of Qing Mo standing beneath the grand staircase, his gaze fixed on the marble floor, the gold ornaments across the living room, at the ceiling— anywhere but them. "I saw that you didn’t show any signs of stopping so..."

Shen Nianzu was so horrified that he could barely form a coherent sentence, "S–Since when did you get here?!"

A frustrated growl emerged from the depths of Jin Jiuchi’s throat at being interrupted yet again at the height of passion, and without even thinking, Shen Nianzu instinctively reached out to caress his neck, soothing him.

There was no need for explanation. Judging from Qing Mo’s awkward expression, he should have been here since the two of them arrived. Alas, they were so engrossed in each other that they had jumped into making out the moment the door shut, not giving a chance for the poor assistant to speak up. Shen Nianzu glanced at their compromising position – him being pinned to the wall, clinging to Jin Jiuchi like a little koala – and his vision abruptly darkened. Was it too late for him to capture Qing Mo and dump him to the bottom of the ocean to erase the evidence of this humiliating history?

But apparently, Qing Mo was not done yet because he dropped another bomb,

"Young Master Shen, your... um, Master and Madam are also here..."