Holding Breath Underwater [M]
"Don't… don't do this…" Shen Nianzu grasped his wrist, trying to get him to let go. But for Jin Jiuchi, his strength was nearly negligible and it seemed more like he was acting coy instead, teasing the poor him so much that he was about to explode into sprinkles of dust.
Jin Jiuchi's gaze darkened in hunger as it traveled south, tracing the rise and fall of Shen Nianzu's chest and marveling at the stark contrast of his darker skin against Shen Nianzu's flushed skin. The jade doll's bud was rosy pink in color, peeking out between the gap of Jin Jiuchi's fingers. And the very sight of it was so provocative that Jin Jiuchi couldn't resist pinching it, while his mouth continued to kiss Shen Nianzu's neck. Perhaps Shen Nianzu himself did not realize how he tilted his head to the side, granting Jin Jiuchi a wider access.
"Don't?" Jin Jiuchi echoed, his eyes gleaming in a wicked light. "But everytime I do this, you're getting more excited, Nian'er. See?"