No inspection? I'm no worse than him.
Lu Zhian seems to have gradually gotten used to Xiao Jin's domineering and omnipresent "pursuit".
That evening, as usual, Xiao Jin drove him back to A University. When the car stopped downstairs at the dormitory, Lu Zhian unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to get out when Xiao Jin suddenly spoke up: "You've come so many times, haven't you ever invited me up for a bit?"
He rested his arm on the steering wheel and turned his head to look at Lu Zhian.
Lu Zhian was taken aback. He needed a quiet environment for work and had specifically applied for a single dormitory room.
He hesitated for a few seconds, looking at Xiao Jin's "I won't let you leave unless you agree" attitude, and finally nodded: "...Okay."
He led Xiao Jin into the dormitory building by swiping his card, and they walked silently to his room. Opening the door, he stepped aside to let Xiao Jin in, saying somewhat awkwardly as he closed the door, "The dormitory is rather small, and there's not much I can offer you..."
"It's nothing." Xiao Jin looked around the space. The room wasn't large, but it was clean and tidy, and there was a faint scent of Lu Zhian in the air.
His gaze was quickly drawn to something spread out on the desk—several half-finished design drafts with smooth lines, and next to them an open notebook filled with annotations.
Xiao Jin glanced at it once before looking away; his focus was clearly elsewhere. He took a step forward, naturally reaching out to put his arm around Lu Zhian's waist, gently pulling him into his embrace until his back rested against the door that had just been closed.
"Want to try?" Xiao Jin lowered his head, his nose almost touching his, his voice low and captivatingly magnetic.
Lu Zhian was trapped between the door panel and his chest. The sudden closeness and the abrupt question left him a little confused: "...Try what?"
Xiao Jin's fingertips massaged his lower back with a light touch, his gray-blue eyes fixed on him, churning with a straightforward desire and an almost provocative contest.
"You've already done it with your brother, why not with me?" A wild smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Don't you want to check me out? I'm no worse than him."
Lu Zhian's eyes widened instantly, and even his ears turned bright red. He reached out to push Xiao Jin away, but was instead held even tighter in the other's arms.
"That was an accident!" he retorted, both embarrassed and anxious, raising his voice as he tried to explain the chaos he had experienced with Xiao Yuan that night.
"An accident?" Xiao Jin chuckled as if he had heard something amusing, his breath brushing against Lu Zhian's burning skin. "Then I can give you an 'accident' too." He leaned down, as if to kiss him.
Lu Zhian hurriedly turned his head to dodge, placing his hands on Xiao Jin's firm chest. "No... Xiao Jin! No..." His refusal trembled, sounding more like a helpless plea.
But Xiao Jin remained unmoved. With one hand, he easily restrained Lu Zhian's hands, which were trying to push him away, and pinned them behind his back, holding them firmly in place with his large palm. With his other hand, he forcefully gripped Lu Zhian's chin, forcing him to turn around and receive this inescapable kiss.
All protests were blocked.
This kiss was different from the first punitive plunder; it carried a slow, undeniable aggression. Xiao Jin's lips and tongue patiently pried open his teeth, penetrating and entwining, with a burning temperature and a delicate, almost savoring quality, as if trying to imbue him with their own scent inside and out.
Lu Zhian's legs went weak from the kisses, his brain was oxygen-deprived, and his thoughts became muddled. The strength to resist gradually dissipated under such a dense and powerful onslaught, and his body involuntarily trembled slightly.
When their lips were finally released, he could only lean against the door, panting slightly, his eyes red and moist. Xiao Jin's kiss didn't stop; it followed his jawline down to his slightly bobbing Adam's apple, sucking and nibbling gently, sending shivers down his spine.
"Xiao Jin..." Lu Zhian's voice was choked with sobs, but he was powerless to stop him.
Xiao Jin ignored him, his movements still calm, gentle yet domineering. His fingers deftly unbuttoned Lu Zhian's shirt, one button, two buttons... The cool air touched the gradually exposed skin, raising small goosebumps.
A warm palm then covered it, the calloused fingertips caressing the defined lines of the collarbone, and then moving downwards.
Her clothes were slowly pulled off, exposing her shoulders to the slightly damp air. Xiao Jin's kiss followed, leaving a damp mark and a slight stinging sensation.
Lu Zhian tilted his head back and leaned against the cold door, his body burning hot from the touch of the person on top of him.
His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes trembling violently, his reason struggling on the verge of collapse. He wanted to refuse, but his body seemed to betray him, softening and losing control little by little under that gentle yet firm treatment.
Xiao Jin could clearly feel the changes in the body in his arms, from the initial stiff resistance to the current softness and weakness.
He looked up at Lu Zhian, whose eyes were closed, cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing slightly. He didn't say anything, but continued to assert his ownership through his actions, patiently and irresistibly carrying out this "inspection" to the end.
In the cramped dormitory space, the temperature was rising steadily, with only suppressed breathing and the faint rustling of clothes remaining, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.
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