The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]

Chapter 280: Chapter 280 - Sensual touches *

Xing Yu gently grasped his lover’s slender hips, his fingers curling securely around Jian’s waist as his thumb slowly rubbed over the soft, warm skin there. The simple touch sent a shiver through Jian’s body, drawing a soft moan from his lips.

Jian instinctively nuzzled closer against Xing Yu’s chest, seeking the warmth of his body before tilting his head back to look at him. His pupils were already blown wide with passion, his normally clear eyes darkened by the emotions he was struggling to contain. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were slightly swollen from their earlier kisses.

"What are we doing here...?" Jian whispered breathlessly. "We’re going to take off soon, and the others... the others will come back."

His voice faltered when Xing Yu’s hand slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt. Warm fingers slowly traced along the bare skin of his back, moving gently over the curve of his waist.

A soft sound escaped Jian before he could stop it.

"Hmm..." Xing Yu hummed, his cold, sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he looked down at the man in his arms. There was something intense in his gaze now, something that made Jian’s heart beat faster.

"Xing..." Jian murmured, giving him a small pout.

The sight of those plump, peach-colored lips was more than Xing Yu could bear.

His restraint snapped.

He leaned down and captured Jian’s lips in another kiss, his mouth moving against his lover’s with increasing intensity. His fingers tightened slightly around Jian’s hips as he kissed him, lingering until those soft lips had become warm and flushed beneath his own.

"I ordered them to come back after a few minutes," Xing Yu murmured when he finally pulled away, his voice low and husky.

Jian stared at him, still catching his breath.

The sight of him like this only made Xing Yu’s suppressed passion flare even more fiercely.

He had spent years forcing himself to remain patient.

Years of watching Jian grow while deliberately keeping a distance between them.

And Jian had never made that restraint easy.

There had been countless times when the younger man would casually wander into his room while Xing Yu was changing, completely unaware of the effect he had on him. Jian would sometimes stand there without a shirt, completely comfortable in Xing Yu’s presence, oblivious to the way Xing Yu’s gaze would inevitably linger over his exposed skin.

And then there were those moments when Jian would look at him with those innocent-looking eyes, only for something warmer and more suggestive to flicker within them.

Xing Yu had noticed every single time.

He had endured it all.

He had waited for Jian to grow up, telling himself repeatedly that he had to remain patient and that there would eventually come a time when he no longer needed to suppress what he felt.

Now that Jian had finally grown into the man before him, Xing Yu found that his carefully maintained control was becoming harder and harder to hold onto.

No. I need to ask Jian’s grandfather for permission to formally mate with him. I can’t simply lose control. I need to control myself.

His rational mind continued screaming those words at him, reminding him of the respect he owed Jian and his family.

But his emotions had been restrained for far too long.

A low growl escaped from his throat.

Xing Yu suddenly tightened his grip around Jian’s slender hips and lifted him effortlessly into his arms.

"Oh my god... Xing!" Jian exclaimed, startled by the sudden movement as he quickly wrapped his arms around Xing Yu’s neck. "What are you—"

Xing Yu carried him toward the cockpit chair before Jian could finish.

He lowered him carefully onto the padded seat, but instead of immediately stepping away, Xing Yu remained close, his body towering over Jian’s as he looked down at him.

Jian’s hair had become slightly dishevelled from their kisses, and his flushed face made him look even more tempting. His chest rose and fell with every uneven breath.

Xing Yu’s gaze lingered over him.

His mate.

The man he had watched grow and change over all those years.

His hand caught the edge of Jian’s shirt.

With one firm pull, he drew the shirt upward and removed it from Jian’s body, tossing the offending fabric aside.

The cool air brushed over Jian’s exposed skin, causing him to shiver.

Xing Yu simply stared.

Jian’s body had changed considerably over the years. He was no longer the slender, almost boyish figure Xing Yu had once watched from a distance. His body had developed lean, slightly defined muscles, each line visible beneath the soft glow of the cockpit lights.

Xing Yu slowly reached out.

His fingertips brushed over Jian’s abdomen, tracing the subtle definition of his muscles before moving higher along his chest. The touch was slow and deliberate, as though Xing Yu were memorizing every change.

Jian’s breath caught.

"Xing..."

Xing Yu’s fingers continued their gentle exploration, brushing over the firm contours of Jian’s chest before lingering against the sensitive skin there. Jian instinctively arched slightly beneath the touch, his fingers tightening around the edge of the chair.

Xing Yu watched every reaction closely.

There was no longer any mistaking the desire in his eyes.

Jian looked away, embarrassed by the intensity of his lover’s attention, but Xing Yu reached up and gently turned his face back toward him.

"look at me, my love."

Slowly, his fingers moved higher, brushing over those pink nubs jutting for attention from him.

The moment his fingertips grazed one particularly sensitive spot, Jian let out a breathless moan, his body instinctively arching closer to the touch.

Xing Yu immediately tightened his hold around those slender hips, steadying him as he leaned closer. He pressed his lips against those pink nubs rolling them with his tongue. Each touch slow and deliberate, savouring every reaction he drew from his lover.

"ah! Xing..." Jian’s fingers slipped into his hair, his breathing becoming increasingly uneven as quiet moans escaped between their kisses.

His lips continued their slow journey downward, leaving a trail of warm kisses across lovers’ chest and stomach. When he reached the point where he had never ventured before, however, he stopped.

For the first time, the confidence in his expression softened.

Xing Yu lowered himself slightly, resting his head against Jian’s lap as he looked up at him. His eyes searched his lover’s face, silently asking for permission before he went any further.

Jian could only stare down at him, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure and his chest rising and falling with each breath. His cheeks were flushed, and for several seconds he seemed unable to form a coherent response.

Then, understanding the question in Xing Yu’s gaze, Jian gave a small, breathless nod.

That was all the answer Xing Yu needed.

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