The Return Of The God Level Assassin

Chapter 1366: OPENING THE GIFT (III) [R18]

LUO YAN gave a small, shaky nod. His body was still trembling, the last waves of his climax still humming through his muscles. But underneath that, a different feeling was already building. A hollow ache that had nothing to do with pleasure. He wanted Shen Ji Yun inside him. He wanted to be filled, taken apart, put back together. He wanted it so much it hurt.

Shen Ji Yun reached for the small basket on the side table and pulled out a foil packet. His cock still hard and aching. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled the condom on with shaking fingers. He gritted his teeth at the drag of the latex on his length.

Then he looked down at Luo Yan. He was flushed beneath him, eyes dark as he stared back at Shen Ji Yun. The sight made his gut tightened with sharp, possessive heat. He moved forward, guiding himself into place, the tip of his cock pressing against Luo Yan’s entrance.

“Is this really okay?” he asked in a rough and strained voice.

“Yes,” Luo Yan breathed out. “P-please.”

Shen Ji Yun pushed forward. He immediately felt the resistance, forcing him to stop. He gritted his teeth. Even after all the preparation, getting past that first barrier was difficult. He moved slowly, inch by inch, sweat gathering at his temple as he tried not to lose control.

The pain was sharp and immediate. It burned, a deep stretch that made Luo Yan forget how to breathe. A small sound escaped him, a choked grunt he tried to swallow down. He felt too full, too stretched, like he was being split open.

“Alright?” Shen Ji Yun asked, his voice tight.

“Y-yes,” Luo Yan managed. “Keep going.”

Shen Ji Yun pushed deeper. The burn spread through Luo Yan’s body. He bit down on his lip and tasted copper. His hands fisted in the sheets, pulling them taut. Above him, Shen Ji Yun let out a shaky breath, his arms trembling as he held himself up. He was trying to go slow, Luo Yan could tell, but the effort was clearly costing him. The tension in his shoulders, the strain in his jaw, the way his hips kept twitching forward as if they wanted more. So Luo Yan forced himself to relax, to open up, to let him in.

“Just a little more,” Shen Ji Yun murmured. Then he pushed forward in one final, firm thrust, and sank all the way in.

“Ah!” Luo Yan gasped.

The initial piercing pain blurred, transforming into a strange, overwhelming fullness. He felt stuffed, impaled, but the emptiness he’d been feeling was now gone. He was just achingly, perfectly full.

For a moment, Shen Ji Yun didn’t move as he was buried to the hilt inside Luo Yan. The sensation was beyond anything he had imagined. A tight, velvet squeeze that threatened to end him immediately, accompanied with a heat so indescribable it felt like sinking into a sun-warmed bath. It was good, so good it was painful. A sweet agony that made his lungs burn for air.

He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, find his release like this. He remembered the shaky, desperate cry Luo Yan had given when his fingers had brushed that particular spot inside. He needed to find that spot again.

He pulled back slowly, the drag of it making his breath catch. He thrust forward again, angling his hips just right. Luo Yan’s moan was sharp and almost broken, the sound spilling out before he could stop it.

“Ah! W-wait—”

But the word came out breathy, weak, and Shen Ji Yun didn’t slow down.

That first thrust hit the spot Shen Ji Yun had been aiming for, and everything changed for Luo Yan. The ache was still there, but a sharp burst of pleasure shot through him, making his back tense. It was the same place Shen Ji Yun had touched before, only the sensation was stronger now, deeper and harder to ignore.

“Ah!~”

The moan slipped out before Luo Yan could stop it. Shen Ji Yun adjusted his angle and moved again, slower this time. Each thrust pressed against that same sensitive place, sending another jolt through Luo Yan and making his eyelids fall shut. The pain gradually eased, though it never disappeared completely. Instead, it mixed with the pleasure until Luo Yan could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.

The slow pace was becoming unbearable.

“Faster,” he pleaded. “Ji Yun, please, faster.”

The plea was enough to break Shen Ji Yun’s control. He gripped Luo Yan’s hips and thrust harder. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room as his pace quickened. The slow, careful rhythm was gone now, replaced by something faster and more urgent.

“You feel… you feel so good, Yan Yan,” Shen Ji Yun grunted. “So tight around me. Taking me so well.”

Luo Yan could only moan. He couldn’t form words anymore. Each deep thrust hit that spot inside him, sending sparks through his body. The heat in his gut was building again, tighter and hotter than before. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He didn’t want it to stop.

“There,” he gasped out, “right there, don’t stop.” He pushed back against Shen Ji Yun’s thrusts, meeting him, wanting him deeper.

Shen Ji Yun leaned down, his chest pressing against Luo Yan’s, their bodies flush and slick with sweat. He spoke close to Luo Yan’s ear.

“You’re squeezing me so tight. You like this, don’t you?” He shifted his angle slightly, and Luo Yan cried out. “I can feel you shaking.” He pulled back just enough to look at Luo Yan’s face. “Is it too much for you?”

“No,” Luo Yan panted. “Not enough. More. Don’t stop.”

Shen Ji Yun obeyed. His movements grew faster, less controlled. The pressure in Luo Yan’s gut built and built, coiling tighter with each thrust. The pleasure swelled, drowning out the last trace of pain until all he could feel was the heat and the rhythm and the weight of Shen Ji Yun above him. It was too much. It was everything.

“Ji Yun, Ji Yun, I’m… I’m…”

He came with a silent, shuddering convulsion, his body clenching tight around Shen Ji Yun. His release spilled hot across his own stomach, mixing with the sweat already there. The intensity of it arched his back, a wave of pleasure so sharp it left him breathless and shaking. He collapsed back onto the bed, his body still trembling as the aftershocks rolled through him.

The sudden clench of Luo Yan’s body around him pushed Shen Ji Yun over the edge. A sharp, broken cry escaped him. “Yan Yan, I’m—”

He wrapped his arms around Luo Yan and pulled him up, holding him flush against his own body. He buried his face in the crook of Luo Yan’s neck and thrust deep, twice more, before he let go. His release came in long, pulsing waves, each one wringing a shudder from his body. He held on tight, his grip almost too hard, like he was trying to pull Luo Yan into himself and keep him there.

For a long moment, they stayed like that. Slowly, carefully, Shen Ji Yun pulled out and rolled off to the side, his movements careful as he peeled off the condom and tied it off. He tossed it toward the small bin near the bed and collapsed beside Luo Yan on the rumpled sheets. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the clean linen of the bed.

Shen Ji Yun turned his head. Luo Yan’s eyes were closed, his lashes dark against his flushed cheeks. Shen Ji Yun leaned close and ran his tongue along Luo Yan’s cheek, tasting salt and sweat. Luo Yan’s eyes fluttered open, still hazy with pleasure. Shen Ji Yun flirtatiously smiled. “Ready for round two?”

Luo Yan’s eyes went wide, and then he burst out laughing.