RLTT CH 15

Chapter 15: Oil, Bedsheets, and an Unintentional Slip

Wei Jiaxi gazed at Yun Shaofeng’s flushed face and labored breathing with a grin. Then he leaned down, pressing against him as he peppered his face with kisses.

Yun Shaofeng wrapped his arms around Wei Jiaxi’s waist, his hands lingering near the small of his back. He spread his legs slightly and quietly watched him.

Wei Jiaxi got the hint. He propped himself up, grabbed Yun Shaofeng’s thighs, but then paused as a thought struck him. “Shaofeng, you brought the oil… but didn’t get condoms?”

Yun Shaofeng froze at his words, his tender expression quickly replaced by a blank stare. Blinking a few times, he sheepishly murmured, “…I forgot.”

Wei Jiaxi almost burst out laughing in disbelief. Letting go of Yun Shaofeng’s legs, he covered his forehead with a hand and sighed in exasperation.

Yun Shaofeng awkwardly sat up, wrapping his arms around Wei Jiaxi’s shoulders. “It’s fine. It shouldn’t happen in just one go… right?”

Wei Jiaxi just stared at him, speechless for a while.

Yun Shaofeng glanced at Wei Jiaxi’s obvious arousal and felt guilty. In a soft voice, he reassured him, “I’ll be fine. Worst case, I’ll just take the pill tomorrow.”

Wei Jiaxi was deeply reluctant to take any chances. He couldn’t bear for Shaofeng to suffer any more. But after enduring six long years and finally reaching this point, stopping now felt like a cruel injustice. He let out a long breath and silently reminded himself to pull out in time. Then he hugged Yun Shaofeng, gently turning him around. Pressing his chest against Shaofeng’s back, he whispered softly in his ear, “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”

Yun Shaofeng nodded. Held securely by Wei Jiaxi, he knelt on the bed. The next moment, he felt something firm and warm pressing against his entrance. The tip carefully pushed in, stretching him slowly.

“Ah…” Yun Shaofeng propped his forearms on the pillow, his knees slightly spread apart by Wei Jiaxi’s thighs. His waist and back were tightly embraced. The earlier preparation had made things less painful, but the unfamiliar sensation of being filled left him momentarily breathless.

Behind him, Wei Jiaxi was experiencing an even more intense reaction. Yun Shaofeng’s entrance was so tight and warm that Wei Jiaxi had barely entered when the soft walls wrapped snugly around him, leaving no space. It felt as if they were pulling him in.

Good thing they’d already gone one round on the sofa earlier, Wei Jiaxi thought. Otherwise, he would’ve finished as soon as he got inside.

He moved cautiously, afraid of being too rough. Unable to see Yun Shaofeng’s expression to gauge his reaction, he could only guess. His hands slid to Shaofeng’s chest, gently teasing his sensitive buds while planting soft kisses on his shoulders. Only then did he continue inching forward, slowly burying himself fully inside.

“Ah…” Yun Shaofeng let out a soft moan, startled by his own voice. This was obviously much thicker and longer than fingers, reaching places untouched before. The tender, sensitive flesh was overwhelmed by the hard intrusion, a mix of soreness and an electric numbness spreading through him. Biting his lip to stifle his sounds, he worried he’d end up crying out like a cat in heat.

Wei Jiaxi exhaled in satisfaction, his lips continuing to trail over Yun Shaofeng’s back. Though he’d wanted to watch Shaofeng’s expressions while doing this, he figured this position would be gentler and less likely to hurt him. “Does it hurt, Shaofeng?” Wei Jiaxi asked in a trembling voice.

Unable to speak, Yun Shaofeng shook his head.

Wei Jiaxi began to move carefully, pulling out just a little before pushing back in gently. His movements were slow and testing, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water.

“Ah! Mm…” Yun Shaofeng let out soft whimpers in time with the thrusts. The initial soreness magnified with each stroke, traveling up his spine and spreading through his limbs, but soon transformed into a strange pleasure. His breaths quickened as warmth pooled in his abdomen, the sensation coiling tighter with each movement. “Mm… Jiaxi…”

“Hm?” Wei Jiaxi hugged him closer, encouraged by the pleasure in his voice. He started moving more boldly, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, the rhythmic motion stretching the sensitive entrance wide open. The slick sound of skin meeting echoed through the room.

“Ah—!” Yun Shaofeng couldn’t even summon the shame to feel embarrassed by the sounds of their bodies colliding. The heat radiating from his lower half spread upward, making his entire body tremble with pleasure. One hand gripped the edge of the pillow, while the other reached down to touch himself, stroking in rhythm with Wei Jiaxi’s thrusts. Sticky fluid spilled onto the sheets, soaking the area beneath him. “Ah… Mm—”

“Shaofeng, let me hear you. Your voice is beautiful,” Wei Jiaxi murmured against his ear, nibbling on the soft earlobe. He knew Shaofeng wasn’t the type to cry out shamelessly during intimacy, but he couldn’t get enough of hearing those sweet, trembling moans.

Wei Jiaxi increased his pace, his thrusts becoming stronger and deeper, leaving Shaofeng’s entrance unable to close around him. The rapid rhythm forced the tender hole to stretch and relax, its raw, pink flesh exposed.

“Ah… Jiaxi, mm, ah…” Yun Shaofeng finally let go of his restraint. Though he still bit his lip, his soft, quivering moans spilled out, carrying a mix of pleasure and desperation. He sounded as if he might cry, though in reality, he was overwhelmed by the bliss. Wei Jiaxi’s stamina was extraordinary; he held Shaofeng firmly, each thrust hitting deep and precise. Shaofeng’s knees were about to give out from the intensity.

Then Wei Jiaxi hit his prostate.

“Ha—” “F*ck…”
Wei Jiaxi cursed under his breath, his brows furrowed as his sharp gaze flickered. Just now, Yun Shaofeng’s rear entrance suddenly tightened, nearly causing him to lose control.

Meanwhile, Yun Shaofeng let out a low moan that was almost a sob. He couldn’t help it—Wei Jiaxi’s rough voice was just too sexy, making his whole body tremble involuntarily.

Wei Jiaxi raised his hand, brushing away the stray hair on his forehead, before pulling Yun Shaofeng closer again. He pressed a gentle kiss on his shoulder and adjusted the angle of his lower body, letting the head of his member rest against the spot he had just hit. Instead of thrusting deeply, he started grinding against that sensitive area, dragging over it repeatedly, focusing entirely on that tender, aching point.

“Ah! Mmm… uh—ha…” Yun Shaofeng first let out a sharp cry before his waist went limp, his legs trembling. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes as he collapsed weakly on the bed, his rear still raised. Wei Jiaxi held him tightly by the waist and hips, not allowing him to escape.

“No, I can’t—ah, ha… I can’t take it. I’m going to—uh, going to come! Mmm… I’m going to come, wuwu…”

“Mm.” Wei Jiaxi responded with a grunt, picking up the pace. He continued rubbing against that spot, narrowing his eyes as he relished the way Yun Shaofeng’s impending climax caused his rear to clench and release erratically. The tightness pulled him in deeper, and he thrust back without hesitation. Just a little longer, he thought. Just a little while longer, and he’d pull out.

“Shaofeng, Shaofeng, Shaofeng…”

“Ah… I’m going to come…” Yun Shaofeng sobbed as his body convulsed. One hand clutched the pillow tightly, his fingers sinking deep into the soft fabric, while his other hand worked mechanically on his own member. His lower abdomen spasmed, and he cried out, “Young master—!”

A large stream of liquid spilled out of Yun Shaofeng’s palm.

Wei Jiaxi heard those two words.

“Uh—” That form of address caught Wei Jiaxi completely off guard, and the way Yun Shaofeng’s body reacted during climax was so intoxicating that he missed his chance to pull out. Letting out a heavy breath, he released inside Yun Shaofeng.

The two of them collapsed on the bed, bodies intertwined, gasping for several minutes before they came back to their senses.

Wei Jiaxi slowly withdrew from Yun Shaofeng’s body and lay on his back beside him, exhausted. Yun Shaofeng, too, rolled onto his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

For a moment, the small bedroom was filled only with the sound of their uneven breathing.

Wei Jiaxi’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, centered on what Yun Shaofeng had just said. His head buzzed, his thoughts running wild. The pleasure of their intimacy was fading like a retreating tide, while memories surged over him like a tsunami.

Why… why did Shaofeng call me that…?

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on it—not yet, at least.

Wei Jiaxi turned slightly to face Yun Shaofeng. He couldn’t just lapse into deep thought after sharing a bed with someone. Who knew what Shaofeng might think? He had to say something sweet, something tender, even if it made his skin crawl.

But just as he turned his head, Yun Shaofeng sat up on his own. Wei Jiaxi caught sight of his bare back, faintly hunched as if shrinking away.

“…I’m going to take a shower,” Yun Shaofeng said wearily. He got out of bed and walked toward the door. Just as he stepped halfway out, he turned back with a smile that seemed no different from usual.

“Throw the sheets out when you’re done with them. I’ll wash them later. Thanks.”

Then he left.

Wei Jiaxi remained on the bed, momentarily at a loss for how to react. It was only then that he realized they were in his room.

So… Shaofeng meant that after everything that happened tonight, he still planned to go back to his own room to sleep?

What the h*ll! Yun Shaofeng, what’s that supposed to mean?

Annoyed, Wei Jiaxi felt a surge of frustration and wanted to storm into Yun Shaofeng’s room, take over his bed, and force him to share it for the night. But then he remembered his current state—sweaty all over, with an uncomfortably sticky lower half. There was no way he could sleep without a shower.

Damn it, Shaofeng’s way too sneaky, going to shower first. So unfair!

Wei Jiaxi punched the bed in frustration.

In the end, Yun Shaofeng finished his shower and locked himself in his own room for the night, leaving Wei Jiaxi to take his own shower and return to sleep alone.

That night, neither of them slept a wink. Their thoughts swirled in different directions within the darkness of the safe house, yet somehow, they never intersected.

The next morning, Yun Shaofeng woke up at his usual time, carrying on as if nothing had happened.

Wei Jiaxi sat beside him, his usual cup of coffee in front of him.

Neither spoke. There was no polite exchange of greetings, no casual conversation. Yun Shaofeng focused on his laptop, while Wei Jiaxi’s gaze remained fixed on him.

After a while, it was Wei Jiaxi who broke the silence, unable to bear it any longer. “About last night—”

“You don’t have to worry about last night. I won’t say a word to anyone,” Yun Shaofeng interrupted, his tone calm yet distant.

“That’s not what I meant.” Wei Jiaxi’s expression grew serious. “What I meant to say was… I’m sorry. Last night, I didn’t pull out in time. I wanted to apologize.”

Yun Shaofeng froze for a moment, the tips of his ears turning red. Then he smiled apologetically. “It’s fine. It shouldn’t be that easy to get pregnant.”

“Better safe than sorry.” Wei Jiaxi cautiously reached out to hold his hand, his movements gentle and unforceful. “I’ll go down and get you some medicine later.”

“No need. I’ll get it myself.” Yun Shaofeng withdrew his hand, clasping his own fingers together without meeting Wei Jiaxi’s eyes.

Wei Jiaxi froze, struggling to find his voice. “What’s wrong? Did I do something last night… that you didn’t like?”

“No, nothing like that. Last night was… great.” Yun Shaofeng sat up a little straighter, his gaze still on his laptop. “It was just one night…”

Just one night? Wei Jiaxi felt like he’d been stabbed. He couldn’t understand Yun Shaofeng’s attitude. He stared at him intently, leaning in closer. “Do you remember what you called me at the end last night?”

Yun Shaofeng blinked, his expression unchanged. “…I don’t remember.”

Wei Jiaxi grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to turn and face him.

Yun Shaofeng had no choice but to meet his gaze, his expression calm. “I don’t remember. What did I call you?” He looked innocent, as though he genuinely didn’t recall.

You called me ‘young master’! Wei Jiaxi clenched his jaw, glaring at him angrily, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Shaofeng, what’s wrong?” Wei Jiaxi frowned.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Yun Shaofeng tilted his head, speaking casually. “I just… don’t want to bring it up anymore. Let’s agree not to mention it again.”

Wei Jiaxi’s heart sank completely.

“…Fine. We won’t mention it.”

He let go of Yun Shaofeng’s shoulders and said nothing more. Instead, he went back to his room, packed his belongings, and then sat silently in the living room, waiting for Zhong Zai to take over his shift. Without another word, he left without looking back.

During that time, Yun Shaofeng didn’t say anything else either.

To be continued…