EIP 74

He embarrassed himself by shedding tears, silent crying with streams soaking through Yong Jin’s collar. He wanted to tell Yong Jin everything he had been through since he left, but in the end, he couldn’t say a word. All that came out were uncontrollable sobs. Yong Jin’s hand rested on the back of his neck, his lips close to his ear, saying nothing and simply holding him tightly.

Gradually, the sobs subsided. As the lingering ache in his shoulder grew sharper, Zhou Jun reached up to touch it, only for Yong Jin to grab his hand and begin applying medicine. After crying his heart out, Zhou Jun felt awkward and embarrassed. His eyes wandered, and his cheeks turned bright red.

When Yong Jin finished wrapping his shoulder in gauze, Zhou Jun muttered, “I didn’t cry because it hurt.” After a pause, he added, “And it wasn’t because I missed you so much, either.” He had always been thick-skinned in front of others, but in front of Yong Jin, it was as if all his pretense vanished. He couldn’t act smug at all. Yong Jin deftly cut the gauze with scissors, taped it down, and finally looked up, saying, “I know.”

Zhou Jun froze. What does he know? Then he quickly remembered Ming Qi and Zhong Qing, the two capable men Yong Jin had placed by his side. It seemed that nothing he did could escape Yong Jin’s notice. Seeing his expression, Yong Jin reached out to cup his face, gently lifted his chin, and placed a kiss on his brow. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” Yong Jin said.

In Zhou Jun’s dazed mind, he finally remembered what mattered most. The batch of medicine.

At this moment, everything felt too difficult to put into words. How should he say it? Where should he start? As he hesitated, Yong Jin took off his shirt and asked him to help rebandage his wound. It had been a long time since Zhou Jun had seen Yong Jin’s body. His skin was noticeably darker now, his waist cinched tightly by the belt of his uniform. Looking further down, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander.

But his mind was already too cluttered, too chaotic. He was distracted, yet Yong Jin, enduring the pain as he removed the gauze, looked so composed. The restrained expression in his eyes and the tight line of his lips were unbearably attractive. The spot on Yong Jin’s lower lip, bitten and bleeding during their earlier kiss, had stopped bleeding, leaving only a dark red mark. It looked like a petal, half-eaten but not completely gone. When Yong Jin looked at him, Zhou Jun quickly turned away, fumbling through the medicine bottles. The clinking and clattering of the jars made the moment even more chaotic.

Zhou Jun’s neck flushed pink, the color spreading to his earlobes. Yong Jin didn’t know what he was thinking at first, but quickly caught on. Zhou Jun’s warm hands rested on his shoulder, leaving a faint heat behind. Yong Jin glanced at him, noticing the way his lashes trembled. As Zhou Jun applied the medicine and pressed the gauze into place, he lifted his eyes briefly, and found his gaze locking with Yong Jin’s, the intensity between them deepening.

Yong Jin reached out to touch his neck, and his body trembled. At this point, he could hardly bear any further touch. If it went on, he might completely lose hold of his reason.

Before either of them realized it, their hands had stilled. He sat on the table, legs slightly apart. When Yong Jin extended his arms to pull him closer, he responded with even greater enthusiasm. His legs wrapped around Yong Jin’s waist, and the scissors he had been holding slipped to the ground with a sharp clatter. The moment it hit the floor, they were drawn together again.

But this time, it was no longer a tender embrace. It was a conflagration of desire, insatiable and consuming.

His body burned, but Yong Jin’s was even hotter. His lips were kissed and sucked to the point of soreness, and the hands gripping his waist were unrelenting in their intensity. Yong Jin’s aggression brimmed with dominance, pressing him so firmly that Zhou Jun had no choice but to cling to Yong Jin’s back. Beneath his palms, he felt bare, unshielded skin, their bodies pressed so tightly together it felt as though their heartbeats might merge through the barrier of skin and bone.

Zhou Jun fell back onto the table, gripping Yong Jin’s shoulders and pulling him down with him. Yong Jin braced himself, then reached out to slam the window shut. Outside, the sky had turned completely dark.

The window had gaps, and faint streams of light seeped through the cracks. Soon enough, Zhou Jun was left wearing only a pair of socks. His loose trousers had been stripped away and now lay folded softly on the table’s edge. The buttons of his long robe had all been undone, revealing his pale chest and erect nipples.

In the dim light, Yong Jin’s eyes were strikingly bright, locking firmly onto Zhou Jun.

Under that almost greedy gaze, Zhou Jun’s body seemed to grow even hotter. The friction of their skin against each other made him moan softly, his soft thighs clinging to Yong Jin’s waist and grinding slowly. He clung wantonly to Yong Jin,, nipping and sucking at his neck and shoulders, leaving behind a trail of red marks.

Yong Jin’s palms were rougher than before. When he kneaded Zhou Jun’s right nipple, the coarse sensation sent a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through Zhou Jun’s body. His tender nipples hardened, pressing into Yong Jin’s palm before being engulfed in his warm mouth, where a skillful tongue teased them relentlessly.

The table creaked faintly beneath them. Zhou Jun’s feet touched the floor, and he shifted, turning over to lie face-down on the wooden surface. His waist dipped while his hips lifted high, and the weight of Yong Jin’s body pressed down against him once more. Something slick was worked into the tight hole, loosening the taut entrance with warm, wet movements.

Zhou Jun’s flushed face rested against the cool surface of the table as he murmured complaints of pain. Yet his hips arched backward, pressing tightly against Yong Jin’s groin. Standing on tiptoes, he shifted and ground slowly.

Yong Jin’s movements shifted from slow to frantic, his breathing equally labored and desperate. He roughly pulled up Zhou Jun’s long robe, pushing it higher until Zhou Jun’s bare hips were exposed to the air. His plump ass gleamed faintly, coated in a sheen of sweat. Zhou Jun’s back glistened, his natural curves flowing seamlessly into his hips, which swayed enticingly before Yong Jin’s eyes.

Gripping Zhou Jun’s slender waist, Yong Jin’s fingers slid across damp, smooth skin, finding it almost impossible to hold on without tightening his grip.

Zhou Jun turned his face from the crook of his arm, his eyes brimming with tears and his lips flushed crimson. He braced himself against the table, leaning back slightly in search of a kiss. Yong Jin’s hand came up to steady his face from behind, his fingers firm yet tender, before he left a sharp bite on Zhou Jun’s earlobe, then captured his lips in a deep kiss.

When Yong Jin entered him, Zhou Jun couldn’t suppress the cry that tore from his throat, though it was muffled by their kiss. His muffled whimpers carried a note of grievance, but the connection between their bodies didn’t pause for his protests. Instead, the lewd sound of their union filled the room, rhythmic and wet.

The sensation was overwhelming, an incessant intrusion into a place that hadn’t been touched in so long. Yong Jin’s scorching cock moved within him, drawing out and thrusting in inch by inch, leaving no respite.

Zhou Jun’s soft stomach pressed against the table. His insides, stretched to their limits, had no time to adjust as Yong Jin’s hands wandered from his waist to his abdomen, pressing and kneading that spot with unabashed sensuality. It felt almost like a claim, driving their coupling to grow even fiercer.

Covering his mouth to stifle his moans, Zhou Jun let out soft cries. He didn’t want to draw attention or cause trouble.

But the fierce thrusts made it impossible to maintain composure. His tender skin yielded to the powerful intrusion, and his hips were smacked repeatedly by Yong Jin’s firm abdomen. The sounds of their joining were soft but continuous, their tempo fast and constant. If Zhou Jun could see himself, he would witness just how debauched the scene had become. His entrance was stretched wide, gripping the thick cock inside him tightly. The rim of his opening was swollen and flushed, slick with the evidence of their desire.

The table creaked under their motions, trembling in rhythm. Below, their legs overlapped, Zhou Jun’s sock-clad feet in front and Yong Jin’s booted ones behind. One of Zhou Jun’s socks had already slipped off, lying crumpled beneath them. His bare ankle, adorned with a red cord, glimmered faintly in the light. The deep green gemstone set into the cord swayed with every thrust, dancing to the rhythm of their bodies.

Before long, Zhou Jun found himself pushed flat against the table again, one leg dangling weakly over the side. His movements became erratic, and his entire body quivered uncontrollably under the relentless pace.

His right foot curled, toes scrunching tightly, the arch of his foot taut with tension. The sound of their bodies colliding grew louder, filling the space until it seemed impossible to hide. If someone were outside, they would definitely hear it. The noise wasn’t just their voices. The window frame rattled, shaking loose layers of old dust that drifted down like ash.