Deep Desire chapter 33
Always playful
Lu Jingshen’s body tensed slightly. Feng Si’s fingertip was still resting against his lips, and if if he were to push his tongue out a little, he would touch it.
Feng Si laughed wickedly and asked again, “Is it okay?”
Lu Jingshen couldn’t help but swallow nervously and trembled as he replied, “I don’t know how to do it.”
Indeed, he didn’t know how to do it. That was something that only Feng Si had done to him before, but it happened very rarely. They both preferred a more direct approach.
Feng Si’s smile deepened, “If you don’t know, I can teach you.”
With a struggling expression, Lu Jingshen hesitated but didn’t say anything.
The hot water continued to flow, and steam filled the bathroom, bringing up the heated atmosphere. Amidst the ambiguous tension, silence reigned.
After a moment of silence, Feng Si withdrew his hand, “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to…”
Lu Jingshen reached out and grabbed Feng Si’s uninjured arm, tightening his fingers slightly, “then teach me.”
Feng Si raised an eyebrow, and Lu Jingshen hesitantly knelt in front of Feng Si.
Though it was extremely challenging, he didn’t back down. Feng Si looked at him, and a complex emotion gradually replaced the smile in his eyes. He placed his hand on the back of Lu Jingshen’s head and said slowly, “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
Lu Jingshen looked at Feng Si’s crotch in front of him and swallowed nervously once more. His breathing intensified as he leaned closer.
Feng Si leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed. Lu Jingshen’s eyes were misty, and his eye corners and nose were flushed. Though his actions were awkward, his expression was incredibly earnest.
Feng Si didn’t feel too comfortable. Lu Jingshen was inexperienced and made him feel a bit of pain at times. But at the same time, he found a kind of pleasure close to indulgence.
His hand slid to the back of Lu Jingshen’s neck and gently caressed. Whenever Lu Jingshen couldn’t bear it and stopped, Feng Si would apply more pressure to the sensitive spot on the back of his neck, pressing him closer. When he sensed that Lu Jingshen was struggling to breathe, he would ease the restraints slightly.
In that way, Feng Si silently and forcefully taught Lu Jingshen.
Though Lu Jingshen couldn’t be called a quick learner, he was determined. Even though tears were forced out of his eyes, he persisted.
The more he struggled, the more Feng Si wanted to tease him.
As he approached climax, Feng Si gripped his head and pulled Lu Jingshen’s hair a bit, moving his body forcefully.
Finally, at the crucial moment, their eyes met—Lu Jingshen’s eyes were watery and red. Feng Si’s rationality returned slightly, and he held back, withdrawing.
Even though he wanted to make Lu Jingshen’s face red, Feng Si knew when to stop.
He couldn’t go too far in one go.
Lu Jingshen fell to the ground, some of it still on his lips. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, unable to recover for a moment.
Feng Si reached out, and Lu Jingshen struggled to lift his head. Feng Si raised his chin and looked at him, “Are you okay?”
Lu Jingshen’s mouth was also red. He looked at Feng Si, and there was a faint redness on his lips. The scene made Feng Si’s eyes darken slightly, “Was it uncomfortable just now?”
Lu Jingshen couldn’t bring himself to speak. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t too bad either. He thought he wouldn’t be able to handle it, but it turned out he could.
Feng Si’s hand moved to his throat, and he pulled Lu Jingshen towards him, “Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you embarrassed?”
The strange feeling and taste still lingered on his tongue, and Lu Jingshen didn’t feel like talking much. Feng Si leaned in and kissed him.
The handheld showerhead fell to the ground.
In the end, they had their second round in the bathroom that night.
Lu Jingshen didn’t dare to grab Feng Si’s arm; he was extremely cautious throughout.
Feng Si lowered his head and bit his Adam’s apple, pressing his waist to forcefully bring him closer. Lu Jingshen could barely stand, and he threw back his slender neck, unable to suppress his loud moans.
……..
He fell asleep without knowing the time, and when he woke up, it was almost ten o’clock in the morning. Feng Si was right; if things continued like this, he might indeed find it hard to adapt to the work rhythm back in his home country.
Lu Jingshen sat up in bed, and the part beside him was already empty. He sat there in a daze for a moment, then heard Feng Si’s voice coming from the balcony. Feng Si was on a call with someone.
Lu Jingshen got out of bed, picked up a bathrobe lying on the nearby sofa, wrapped it around himself, and walked towards the balcony.
Feng Si had put the call on speaker, and it was Ron’s voice from the other end, laughing playfully, “Your little sweetheart looks so serious. Can he satisfy you in bed? If he can’t, I can always be at your service.”
Feng Si looked somewhat nonchalant. When he saw Lu Jingshen coming out, he also smiled. Without waiting for Feng Si to speak, Lu Jingshen came forward, took the phone from his hand, and hung up the call directly.
Seeing that Lu Jingshen didn’t look too happy, Feng Si explained with a smile, “He was just playing around.”
“He asked if I can satisfy you in bed, and if I can’t, he’s offering to replace me? That’s considered playing around?” Lu Jingshen’s tone was somewhat cold.
Feng Si sighed helplessly, “It was just a joke. He’s always like that, always talking nonsense. I was planning to scold him, but you snatched my phone away.”
Feng Si knew how jealous Lu Jingshen could be, probably because he couldn’t stand anyone else getting involved with anything that belonged to him, including people.
Feng Si said seriously, “I’m not interested in sharing our bedroom affairs with anyone. Believe me?”
Lu Jingshen threw the phone back to him, picked up a cigarette box from the nearby table, and took out a cigarette.
He lit the cigarette and felt somewhat uneasy. It wasn’t just because someone made fun of him and Feng Si’s intimate moments, but that phrase “at your service” bothered him, even though he knew it was just a joke, and Feng Si wouldn’t agree to it.
Lu Jingshen frowned but didn’t argue with him. “What did he tell you?”
“Those people from last night, it turns out they were hired to kidnap you for money.”
Feng Si’s eyes turned cold as he spoke, “There’s a group here that specializes in this kind of business. Ron figured they were connected to them, and he happened to know their boss personally, so they made a deal he would release the people from last night. In exchange, they were to give the employer’s information. The contact was made through a foreign mailbox, and the money went through several transactions before reaching them. However, tracking the mailing address allowed them to trace it back to China.”
Lu Jingshen understood, “What did they really want? To kidnap me for ransom or to make me disappear from this world?”
Feng Si replied, “Both.”
“… Do you have the mailbox address? I’ll have someone look into it,” Lu Jingshen said.
Feng Si handed over the note he had just written, “Do you have an idea?”
“I have a general idea, but I need to confirm,” Lu Jingshen replied.
Feng Si assured him, “Ron said they wouldn’t pull that stunt again. Let’s rest assured, but we still need to be cautious.”
Lu Jingshen nodded absentmindedly.
Feng Si tapped his face with the cigarette box, “Alex, what kind of life are you living? Getting coffee spilled on you during a business meeting and almost getting kidnapped while on vacation. Is that fun?”
Lu Jingshen was annoyed, “What do you want me to do then? Why don’t you just do your job?”
Feng Si laughed, “Now you know I’m useful? Will you still run away from me like before?”
The tone was playful, but the question might also be something he genuinely wanted to know.
Lu Jingshen fell silent for a moment and replied, “Where would I run to now?”
Feng Si’s gaze lingered on the corner of his mouth. Perhaps Lu Jingshen’s skin was too sensitive, as the mark from last night hadn’t completely faded yet, but he seemed unaware of it.
Feng Si reached out, pulled his bathrobe slightly open, revealing the intriguing marks all over his body that had been repeatedly deepened last night, making them hard to fade.
Feng Si’s fingers caressed, “True, you can’t run away from me now, looking like this.”
Lu Jingshen pulled away his hand and turned back into the room.
………
At half past ten, they finished breakfast and went out.
They changed to a new car with a driver. Feng Si noticed and asked Lu Jingshen, “Didn’t you give everyone time off?”
“I called him back at the last minute,” Lu Jingshen calmly replied, “I don’t have a driver’s license here.”
Feng Si’s expression was speechless.
Lu Jingshen opened the car door and sat in the back seat. Feng Si followed, “You don’t have a driver’s license, but you dared to drive me last night?”
“You were losing too much blood,” Lu Jingshen replied.
When he saw the wound on Feng Si’s arm, he was indeed a little anxious, which led to him doing something that was not like his usual self.
Not wanting Feng Si to keep asking, Lu Jingshen looked out of the window.
Feng Si lightly tapped his knee and moved closer to him.
Lu Jingshen furrowed his brows, “What are you doing?”
Feng Si smiled at him, took his hand, and interlocked their fingers, lazily leaning against the seat, “Nothing, you can keep enjoying the scenery.”
Holding hands like that, Lu Jingshen felt a somewhat subtle sensation. Besides in bed, they had never had such an intimate action without any hint of desire.
He didn’t see a need to break away, as he felt the warmth of Feng Si’s hand in his palm and the touch of the thin calluses on his fingers. He gradually relaxed.
After forty minutes, they arrived at the hospital for follow-up treatment and to change the bandages.
The bandage on Feng Si’s arm was removed, revealing scars that were not as horrifying as last night, but still not pretty.
Lu Jingshen only glanced at it briefly and looked away, regretting staying.
In Lu Jingshen’s absent-mindedness, Feng Si had already finished applying the medicine and rebandaging the wound, standing up.
“Alex, let’s go.”
Lu Jingshen snapped out of it and silently followed him out.
When they left, Feng Si held him back, “What were you thinking just now?”
Lu Jingshen’s gaze stayed on his face for two seconds, and he reached out and lightly poked at the arm that Feng Si had just bandaged. Expressionless, he asked, “Does it hurt?”
Feng Si inserted his hands into his pockets and stared into his eyes, dragging out his words, “It hurts…”
Lu Jingshen said, “How old are you still acting cute?”
Feng Si burst into laughter.
If Lu Jingshen fell for this, it wouldn’t be so bad.