Feng Si's movements were neither fast nor slow, as he gauged Lu Jingshen's reaction. When he was pinched tightly, Lu Jingshen bit his lip and groaned, but this degree alone was obviously not enough to satisfy him. Being hung there neither up nor down made Lu Jingshen quite unhappy.
Trying his best to hide the restlessness in his body, he couldn't suppress the coldness in his voice: "You want overtime pay even though you're like this?"
Feng Si smiled at him and said, "Is it not enough?"
Of course it is not enough. Lu Jingshen is always like this. He doesn't need any unnecessary foreplay. He only wants the most direct collision and the most thorough grasping. This person clearly knows this.
Feng Si stared into Lu Jingshen's eyes. He turned his free hand backwards and pressed the depression of his tailbone with his fingers again and again, but not deeply.
Lu Jingshen breathed softly, his eyes filled with the thickness of the night and the fire of desire, and there was also annoyance because he was not satisfied, which intertwined into complex and intense emotions, which flourished in the movement of his eyes.
Seeing him in such a state, Feng Si's eyes dimmed. He pinched his chin with one hand and kissed him roughly.
Their lips and tongues were entangled in a kiss that seemed to swallow the person up. Lu Jingshen clamped his legs around Feng Si's waist, and during the pushing and shoving, he was hugged by him and fell from the table into the sofa next to him.
His back hurt from falling against the hard leather sofa, Lu Jingshen couldn't help but frown, but he also felt pleasure from the pain. Feng Si supported his hands on both sides of his body and leaned over to look at him from a condescending posture.
The darkness concealed the embarrassment. Lu Jingshen raised his hand and hooked it around Feng Si's neck, panting and urging him, "Hurry up, or get out."
Feng Si, who was so timid, refused to buy into this. He lowered his head and bit his earlobe, licking it gently with the tip of his tongue, causing the person in his arms to moan unbearably, reminding him: "I've said it before, I don't fall for provocation."
The palms with light calluses caressed the ** on the sides of Lu Jingshen's waist. Feng Si always followed his own rhythm, igniting him with ease and completely crushing Lu Jingshen's rationality, forcing him to sink into dependence on himself.
When he couldn't even hold on on the surface, she was finally willing to give him satisfaction as if doing him a favor.
Desire overflowed and Lu Jingshen almost collapsed.
He knew that Feng Si did it on purpose and was trying to control him in this way, but he still fell into the trap.
The old sofa creaked and shook under the heavy weight. In Feng Si's fragmented vision, his eyes concealed something deeper than desire. It was an almost perverse madness beneath the calm and restrained appearance.
Lu Jingshen's heart tightened and his chest heaved when he was stared at by those eyes, but he could not avoid them. He could only be passively pulled down by this person and fall into the endless abyss together.
When the situation was most intense, the phone rang. Lu Jingshen opened his eyes wide in a daze and struggled subconsciously. Feng Si held him down with one hand, pulled his struggling legs onto his shoulders, and pressed the speakerphone button.
It was Feng Ting's voice, asking Feng Si if her wallet had fallen in their car and asking them to help her check if it was there.
"My ID is also in there. Please help me find it. It will be troublesome if it is lost."
Lu Jingshen stuck all the sounds that were about to spill out in his throat. Feng Si stopped moving, feeling the tightening at that moment, the light in his eyes moved, and he replied slowly: "Here, I'll send it to you tomorrow."