When the Wild Beast is Trapped in the Nightmare Cycle (BL)
Chapter 259: Take Them Off

Chapter 259: Take Them Off

This must be how it feels to be drunk, Jin Jiuchi found himself thinking as he was enveloped in Shen Nianzu’s sweet and alluring scent.

He had never had alcohol before – hell, it was just less than a week ago that he discovered the existence of soda! – but he was certain that right now, he was utterly drunk on Shen Nianzu. His head felt hazy as if it had been stuffed by cotton, leaving any semblance of logical thoughts in tatters. His inner temperature continued to rise, causing a faint sheen of perspiration to coat his skin. Despite having done little more than hold the jade doll, his heart kept beating out of rhythm and he couldn’t seem to regulate his breathing.

Yes, this was the exact symptoms of being drunk he had read before.

Beneath the surface, he could sense the primal instinct of the beast within him, yearning to break free from the confines of his skin and unleash a frenzy.

It was not only once or twice he felt something like this – back at the Shishen Apartment when his arm was severed, in the Temple of Anubis when everyone was affected by the poison, and in Atlantis when he was fighting against Lily. The resistance in him seemed to grow stronger with each Cycle, while the restraints holding it back weakened. It was similar to the feeling when his SAN value plummeted below the dangerous threshold. And now the same sensation coursed through him... though something about it felt different.

Rather than the indiscriminate urge to destroy everything, the beast seemed to have found a single object to fixate on, and it was none other than the silver-haired man beneath him.

"Nian’er..." he drew the jade doll closer into his arms and tucked his long hair aside so he could bury his nose deeper into the skin. His teeth itched with the desire to mark that pure expanse once more like he had done earlier. He watched as a solitary bead of sweat meandered its way down Shen Nianzu’s neck, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. And acting purely on instinct, he darted out his tongue and licked it away, savoring the taste of salt on the sweet skin. "Nian’er, you smell like the hospital," he whispered in a low, husky voice.

Jin Jiuchi relished in the fact that Shen Nianzu’s resistance against him seemed to wane with each passing second. The strength he used to push Jin Jiuchi away was barely negligible. Even more alluringly, he also tipped his head up to grant Jin Jiuchi wider access and a soft, sensuous sigh escaped his lips, which seemed to be an involuntary reaction that only fueled Jin Jiuchi’s surging desire.

"I... just had a check-up," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "Does it... smell that bad?"

The elegant line of Shen Nianzu’s neck now lay bare before Jin Jiuchi’s eyes, framed by his long silver hair that fanned across the pillow like a stretch of luminous stars. Jin Jiuchi could feel his breath getting heavier, and his lips pulled back into a silent snarl.

Does Nian’er even know what he is doing? He wondered. Baring a fragile part of himself, silently allowing Jin Jiuchi to do whatever he wanted...

Perhaps Shen Nianzu did not even realize what he was doing, and of course, Jin Jiuchi would not be the one to point it out for him. His gaze was enraptured by the delicate and swan-like neck with the slightly prominent jugular that trembled due to the tension, so beautiful unlike anything he had ever seen. Before his brain could even process, Jin Jiuchi swooped in and caught that delicate swell between his teeth, licking and sucking, tasting the saltiness of sweat that lingered on his skin.

"Ah...!" A startled cry was wrenched out of Shen Nianzu’s throat, followed by a shudder that could be attributed to either pain, pleasure, or a blend of both. One thing for sure, Shen Nianzu’s enticing scent seemed to explode all around them like a newly blossoming flower, and that’s how Jin Jiuchi knew that he liked it.

He pulled back slightly to admire yet another mark he had left on Shen Nianzu’s skin, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. And when he raised his gaze, he found that Shen Nianzu was staring up at the ceiling with his eyes wide in shock, seemingly struggling to process what was happening to his body.

Jin Jiuchi, however, was not content to see those beautiful eyes straying away from him. Thus he pinched Shen Nianzu’s chin to make the man meet his eyes. He could hear the little hitch on Shen Nianzu’s throat when their gazes collided, see the tremble in his purple orbs, and catch the deepening flush on his cheeks. Only when Jin Jiuchi saw himself reflected within those eyes that he was pleased.

"Do you smell bad, you ask..." he nosed along Shen Nianzu’s soft cheek, chin, and down to his throat, and once again Shen Nianzu let out a suppressed cry, slapping a hand over his mouth, as Jin Jiuchi kissed and nipped at his skin. "Nian’er, you don’t even know what it does to me, how much it drives me insane... and yet you still ask if it smells bad?" He clicked his tongue in mock annoyance.

Every inch of Shen Nianzu’s body seemed to exude an irresistible allure, and the glistening sheen of sweat only made him all the more captivating. Jin Jiuchi continued to mark him with careless abandon, biting, licking and sucking every patch of skin he could find until Shen Nianzu’s neck bore a tapestry of hickeys, looking as if he had been mauled by a wild animal. And all the while, Shen Nianzu’s muffled moans and gasps washed over him like the combination of Heaven’s purest symphony and Hell’s filthiest melody that served only one intention – to drive him crazy with want.

Not enough...

This was no longer enough. He wanted more. More!

Jin Jiuchi’s insatiable nature quickly showed its true color. No longer satisfied, he moved lower. His teeth caught on the fabric of Shen Nianzu’s collar and he tugged it down, revealing a stretch of untainted skin that begged for his touch.

A deep, primal hunger churned within him. His fists clenched at Shen Nianzu’s sides, and his jaw ground together so hard that he could taste blood in his mouth. Alas, instead of sobering up, the metallic tang only seemed to intensify his already heightened state, pushing him closer to the edge. Jin Jiuchi honestly had no idea how to hold on when his entire body felt like seconds away from exploding. He wanted to bite... wanted to tear this person apart and swallow his flesh and blood down his throat!

"Nian’er..." he growled through gritted teeth, struggling to rein in his animalistic instinct. His muscles grew taut and his features contorted almost in a horrifying manner. "Nian’er, I’m so hungry. You should do something... anything... before I lose control and devour you from head to toe."

It felt as though half an eternity had passed, when in fact only mere seconds ticked away, when Shen Nianzu finally made a move. He grabbed onto the hem of Jin Jiuchi’s shirt, his pupils blown wide in desire. "Take this off," he rasped with a voice hoarse with need.

Jin Jiuchi needed not to be told twice.

He quickly sat up on his heels and tore the shirt off him in a blink of an eye. And when he raised his head to ask Shen Nianzu for the next step, he was caught by utter surprise to see that Shen Nianzu had propped himself up too and was now unbuttoning his own shirt with shaky fingers. Jin Jiuchi’s eyes were glued to the expanse of pristine white skin that was gradually exposed under his eyes, and when he got to the last button, Jin Jiuchi felt as if the air around him had ceased to exist.

Shen Nianzu peered up at him through his quivering lashes, his hooded gaze shrouded in desire. Then he reached out for Jin Jiuchi’s zipper, his voice a seductive whisper, "This too. Take them all off. Or... should I do it for you?"