Yan Gou

"You can do it if you want." Cengo glanced at him, his voice was cold, "Go take a shower first."

Jiang Bailu heard it in his ears, and his boiling blood cooled down for the most part. After entering the bathroom, his eyes flicked over the shower by the wall, and finally stopped by the clean and luxurious large bathtub, and finally lay leisurely in the bathtub Soak in a bath.

About half an hour later, Cen Ge couldn't help but push open the door and urged: "Washing for so long, do you plan to wash until next year?" Finally, seeing Jiang Bailu lying in the bathtub, he raised his eyebrows, "Did I tell you to use my bathtub?"

Jiang Bailu stood up from the water with a splash, the brows and eyes were still stained with water vapor, and his tone sounded a bit surprised: "Don't you want to do it?"

Cengo was silent for a second, then walked in from the door with a dark complexion, "When did I say I didn't want to do it?"

Only then did Jiang Bailu notice that the other party had already showered in another bathroom, and only a soft men's bathrobe was loosely wrapped around his body.He stepped out of the bathtub, stepped on the wet floor with bare feet, and looked into Cengo's eyes without moving.

But it is like a silent invitation to a roaring lion waiting for its meal.

Cengo narrowed his pupils, stepped forward, grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward.Jiang Bailu staggered and was dragged in front of him. Cengo pulled a large towel from the rack and covered his head, rubbing him from the top of his head to his thighs in a rude manner.

Jiang Bailu let him move up and down, and couldn't help but smile halfway through, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Zen Ge asked, "Like what?"

Jiang Bailu's voice came out muffled from inside the towel, with a lingering smile: "Like a lion clumsily plucking a chicken."

Cengo pushed aside the towel blocking his face, pinched his chin and lifted his face soaked in moisture, his eyes looked like looking at a fool who was born with mental retardation, "Are you calling yourself a chicken?"

"A chicken that unfortunately fell into the hands of a lion." Jiang Bailu added vividly, looking back at him without dodging, and curling the corners of his lips very naturally, "Or, a chicken that is about to be torn apart and eaten by a ferocious lion Chicken in the stomach." He pressed his hands on the man's shoulders, and the pad of his thumb gently wiped the deep groove of the man's collarbone, helping Cengo wipe away the remaining water droplets in the collarbone.

Cengo's eyes gradually darkened, and he raised his hand to pinch his restless hand, "You're wrong about one thing." The man lowered his eyes and followed his smooth chest all the way down, "Didn't the chicken fall into it unfortunately?" It is not in the hands of the lion, but it has been planned for a long time and sent to the door by myself."

He clamped Jiang Bailu's wrist, as if he couldn't wait for a moment, and walked quickly into the bedroom.

In the dimly lit bedroom, the man pressed him into the big soft bed and fucked him hard.Cengo propped his hands beside his face, entered forcefully, and withdrew forcefully.The parts of their bodies that were seamlessly pressed against each other, the sensual sound of thrusting and thrusting was surrounded by the sound of delicate water, even overshadowing Jiang Bailu's intermittent panting.

The man's genitals seemed to be teasing the sensitive spots in his body, and the sweat on his forehead dripped on his eyelids.Jiang Bailu suddenly opened his eyes, and subconsciously rubbed his long bare legs on the bed sheet, urging the man.

But Cengo stopped his movements maliciously, as if putting away the indifferent face under the bed in the past, his rational brain was blinded by lust and pleasure, and released his more instinctive self in the subconscious in the dark, lowering his head and biting Jiang Bailu The low, hoarse voice was close to the root of his ear and sent into his auricle, as if gently rubbing and rolling on sandpaper: "When did you catch up with Tong Wei?"

Jiang Bailu unbearably raised his legs and hooked them around the man's waist, "Today...today."

Cen Ge pushed his genitals forward a little bit, still avoiding his sensitive point intentionally or unintentionally, "Is it really interesting for you to think of Tong Wei? You can go to invite you to dinner." The man paused slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch Playing with his nipples, she laughed softly, "She just wants to get me through you."

Jiang Bailu nodded indiscriminately, and said dissatisfiedly: "Fuck me, harder."

Cengo turned a deaf ear to it, and even retreated a long way back without any rules, leaning against his wet acupuncture point and asked, "Tonight, when you're sitting across from me, who are you thinking about when you look at me?"

Jiang Bailu's mind was in chaos, and his narrow vision was filled with the man's face.Sound and consciousness seem to be separated into two worlds, over and over again, like an unthinkable tape recorder, repeating tirelessly: "Miss you... miss you..."

The man laughed lowly, and pressed his broad palms on his shoulders, like a lion stepping on him condescendingly, with all his strength, he rushed straight in and hit his sensitive area hard, "It's better not to Missing your Yankee ex-boyfriend."

Jiang Bailu's eyelashes twitched violently, his lower back bounced up slightly, and then fell back softly.

Waking up by the alarm clock at work the next morning, Jiang Bailu opened his eyes and still saw Cengo sitting on the bedside, browsing the news on his mobile phone, biting a cigarette.He was in a trance for a second, and sat up from under the quilt.

Cengo took a moment to glance at him, took out the cigarette that was about to burn out, and pressed it into the ashtray beside the bed.Jiang Bailu leaned over and sat straddling his lap, reached out and grabbed the cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, taking a strong puff like a ignorant teenager.

Then he bent his back and coughed repeatedly.

Cengo laughed at him: "If you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke."

After Jiang Bailu finished coughing, he rarely refuted him: "Who said I can't smoke?"

After finishing speaking, he pinched the cigarette with his thumb and index finger again, brought it to his lips, and gently sucked it in his mouth.Then put one hand on the man's shoulder and send his body forward.The bare chest was pressed against the other's chest through the quilt, the raised chin rested on Cengo's hard jaw, slightly parted lips, and slowly exhaled white smoke at the man.

He leaned lazily to the side, his chin rested on Cengo's shoulder, and turned his face as if his lips brushed Ceng'er's root, "Who said I can't smoke? I just quit smoking." It's a little long."

A faint surprise flashed in Cengo's eyes, "Who did you learn from? Your Yankee ex-boyfriend?"

"Of course not him." Jiang Bailu muttered with lowered eyes, and raised his eyes after a while, with a smile in them, "You can learn by yourself without a teacher."

Cen Ge obviously didn't believe his nonsense. He took the cigarette in his hand, extinguished it in the ashtray, and pinched Jiang Bailu's cheek, "Don't let me smell the smoke on you from now on."

Jiang Bailu took advantage of the situation to hang his strong arm, and said vaguely: "Anyway, we don't kiss."

Cengo let go of his hand, "That won't work either."

Jiang Bailu pressed his chin and looked at him, "Why can Mr. Cen smoke but Mr. Jiang can't? Mr. Cen, please give Mr. Jiang a reason."

Cengo frowned, and said impatiently after a while: "Okay, I won't smoke in front of you from now on, and you can't smoke either. Do you hear me?"

Jiang Bailu nodded, "Mr. Jiang said he knew. In order to encourage Mr. Cen not to smoke in front of Mr. Jiang, and because Mr. Jiang and Mr. Cen had previously agreed not to kiss with the mouth, Mr. Jiang decided to use the agreement with Mr. Cen." A collarbone kiss as a reward."

He bent his eyes, leaned over and kissed Cengo's collarbone.

Cengo was stunned, his first reaction was to cool down and get angry.In the next second, he found strangely that various emotions in his heart were mixed together, which could be called mixed flavors.But there is only half anger.

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Jiang Bailu: Back then, I was also a smoking prince on a street in a college town in North America, but my ex-boyfriend was so poor that he couldn't even afford to smoke.