First Gift [M]

Jin Jiuchi had no idea where to focus on— that little kiss Shen Nianzu dropped on his overly sensitive cock, the enticing words that had come out of his little pretty mouth, how small and exquisite his face was when compared to Jin Jiuchi's fat and pulsating length, or the fact that this was going to be his first gift… 

…or all of the above!

"N–Nian'er…" he whimpered, feeling like he was teetering on the edge of madness. A loud breathless groan escaped him when Shen Nianzu finally closed his mouth around the tip and sucked. 

"Fuck…!" 

Jin Jiuchi scrambled to clutch onto the wall behind him for purchase as his legs abruptly felt weak just from that one movement from Shen Nianzu. Unable to control his form properly, his nails elongated, the sharp and deadly tips embedded into the wall.

Jin Jiuchi sucked in a shaky breath, a little flustered over how he was rapidly spiraling out of control. "Wait, wait, Nian'er—"