Why So Excited? [M]

A glint of ferocity flashed in Jin Jiuchi's eyes at the provocation, and the way he lunged at Shen Nianzu was no different than a beast closing in on its prey— its maw opened wide, ready to satisfy its hunger with a voracious bite. 

And satisfy he did. The moment the breath was punched out of Shen Nianzu's lungs from the sudden weight pressing down on him, Jin Jiuchi swooped in and stole that little vapor into his own mouth with the precision of a vulture snatching prey from high in the air. 

"Ngh…!" 

He sucked on the soft piece of flesh that was Shen Nianzu's tongue and grazed his canine on it, shuddering when the movement caused Shen Nianzu's nails to dig into the vulnerable part of his neck. Shen Nianzu's ragged breathing, his restless hands, and the tiny sounds he made— they were akin to a potent drug that amplified the desire coiling in his gut. 

He was so hard that it hurt; he would definitely die if Nian'er did not touch him now.