I want this sand sculpture

Du Yan was lying on the sofa alone, surrounded by strong desires and impulses.

Song Qichen must have done it on purpose, he thought angrily.

Half a minute ago, Du Yan hooked his boyfriend's neck and was about to gag that seductive mouth, and then carried out some indescribable activities logically.However, his boyfriend, who had a rare brain twitch, pushed him away when the distance was only [-] millimeters away, and with a triumphant smile on his face, he told him: "I didn't brush my teeth."

Then Song Qichen jumped up and went straight into the bathroom, leaving him with a very arrogant and ruthless back.

……

Gan.

Du Yan gritted his teeth and stared at the bathroom door. Two seconds later, he also got up and entered the bathroom.

Don't brush your teeth?The two save time together.

After spitting out the last sip of mouthwash and washing his face, Song Qichen was pushed out of the bathroom by Du Yan.

Then he was pressed on the sofa again.

"Here?" Song Qichen moved his waist uncomfortably, but was held down by Du Yan, and then his shirt was lifted up.

"En." Du Yan responded indiscriminately, and groped along the lifted jacket.

Due to being wet with water, Du Yan's fingers were a little cold, and Song Qichen shivered when he touched the warm skin.

When he reached down with his hand, Du Yan could clearly feel the trembling of the person under him.

He pulled away Song Qichen's arm covering his eyes, attached his lips, stayed on his eyelashes for a while, and then bit down on his ear.

Song Qichen opened his eyes, tilted his head and kissed Du Yan's neck, his voice was hoarse, "Continue."

……

The hands on the clock crossed twelve o'clock, Du Yan kissed Song Qichen's lips, and swallowed the groan he clenched tightly between his lips and teeth.

He leaned close to Song Qichen's ear, solemnly and strongly, "Happy birthday."

……

Song Qichen lay lazily on the bed, playing Bubble Bobble with his mobile phone in his hand, waiting for Du Yan to come out of the bathroom.

When he yawned No. 12, Du Yan finally opened the door of the bedroom with a whole body of heat and was still shirtless.

It's really...not shy at all.

Du Yan threw the towel in his hand casually, and rushed over to Song Qichen and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Sleepy?" Du Yan took his mobile phone away and put it next to the pillow, and asked cautiously, "Still...uncomfortable?"

Song Qichen clicked his tongue, propped his head and looked at him, "A little bit."

Du Yan frowned immediately, "Then I'll help you take a bath."

As he spoke, he was about to help him up.

Song Qichen hooked the corners of his mouth, seeing Du Yan's anxious face and feeling very comfortable, he patted Du Yan's hand away, stood up on the bed by himself, and yawned again, "No, it's not here yet. That's the point."

"Really?" Du Yan frowned and asked.

"Really," Song Qichen took his clothes and walked to the bathroom, "Don't come here, I don't want to be unable to get up tomorrow."

"..." Du Yan stared at his back for a long time, and finally laughed, "Fuck."

Adjusting the temperature to just enough not to burn the skin, Song Qichen lowered his head and let the water flow down his hair, passing behind the ears, neck, collarbone, chest...

Song Qichen faced the wall, and behind him was a mirror. He could see deep and shallow marks on his body as soon as he turned his head. There was a deep tooth mark on his collarbone, and there was a dull pain when he touched it.

Song Qichen reasonably suspected that Du Yan didn't have enough for dinner. After all, he took a bite with great force. He can still recall the screams from his heart at that time, which was especially special in the unreal... deep impression.

Picking up the clothes and putting them on casually, Song Qichen didn't care whether his hair was wet or not, he opened the bedroom door and threw himself on the bed.

"Hey!" Du Yan was studying with a small box. Song Qichen's pounce almost scared him to the ground. After seeing the person clearly, he leaned over, stroked Song Qichen's wet hair, and then frowned, "Get up." , blow dry before going to bed."

"No," Song Qichen snorted twice, and wrapped himself up in a thin quilt, "Sleepy."

Du Yan was stunned.

Why is a boyfriend who usually blows up at a little bit suddenly so soft and cute?

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……

Du Yan shook his head, and pulled back the brain that flew out of the Milky Way again.

He sighed, and Cookie knelt on the bed with one leg, carefully pulled out the boyfriend who had rolled into the corner, and then peeled him out of the quilt.

"Then wait for me for a while, I'll give you a hair dryer." Du Yan lay down and kissed him on the mouth, then got up and got out of bed, "Don't fall asleep."

"Ah." Song Qichen licked his lips and responded with a smile.

Song Qichen was lying on his back, it was awkward no matter how he lay down, so he turned himself over and changed to lying on his stomach.

I have to say that it was a bit painful to do this kind of thing for the first time, but it was more of a kind of satisfaction and sweetness that could not be suppressed.

I was full of joy, and my relationship with this person was one step closer.

His boyfriend, his Du Yan, his.

Song Qichen pursed his lips and laughed twice, with his arms resting under his chin, his eyes randomly aiming aimlessly.

When Du Yan went out, he put the small box next to his pillow. It was a dark purple boxy box, only half the size of a palm, and he didn't know what it contained.

Du Yan went into the bedroom with a hair dryer, sat on the head of the bed, and picked up Song Qichen's head and placed it on his lap.

The fingertips of the left hand run through the hair, and the hair dryer is held in the right hand to blow.

The boy's hair is soft and easy to touch.

"Hey," Song Qichen tilted his head, and moved his body, avoiding the hot wind, squinting his eyes, "Blow it in another place, I can smell the smell."

Song Qichen leaned over to the side, almost fell out of bed with this movement.Du Yan caught him quickly, and then slapped him on the back, "You can just talk, don't move around."

Du Yan moved the hair dryer away to make sure it wouldn't burn him.

Song Qichen clicked his tongue and closed his eyes comfortably again.

The two of them were silent in tacit understanding. There was only the hum of the hair dryer in the room, but Du Yan felt very happy.

He lives in this world, in his little room, with his boyfriend on his lap.

If only it could stay that way.

After drying the last strand of hair, Song Qichen seemed to have fallen asleep. Du Yan carefully turned off the hair dryer and put it on the bedside table. He lowered his head and kissed Song Qichen's hair, intending to move his head to the bed.

Before Du Yan's hand touched his face, the person lying on his stomach interrupted him with a confused nasal voice: "I haven't slept yet."

"Scare me." Du Yan laughed, took the thin quilt to wrap him up, pushed it in, and then lay down on the bed as soon as he lifted his legs.

"Brother Yan." Song Qichen called softly.

"Huh?" Du Yan was lying on his side, stretched out his hand to pull away a corner of the thin quilt, and got in.

"What's in the box?" Song Qichen asked in a lazy voice.

"Did you see it?" Du Yan laughed, took the small box and handed it to him, "A present for you."

"Don't keep it mysterious?" Song Qichen took the box lightly, and with a flick of his fingertips, he opened it directly.

Inside the box is a necklace wrapped in a circle. A small red circle the size of a ring is hung on the black rope. The red circle is made of three circles of a red rope, and a little bit of thin silver thread. firmly fixed.

"What's so mysterious about this?" Du Yan sat up, took the necklace, loosened the slipknot, and hung it around Song Qichen's neck, "I will give it to you sooner or later."

Song Qichen reached out to touch the red circle, pinched it up and looked at it for a while, then put it down, his lips moved, "You did it?"

Du Yan smiled and nodded, with a nervous expression, "Well, do you like it?"

Song Qichen remembered that in the studio that night, Du Yan gave him a painting so nervously, and asked cautiously.

"I like it." Song Qichen propped his arms on the bed and raised his upper body slightly, kissed Du Yan's nose, and lay back with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "When did you do it?"

The black rope wasn't very long, and after it was tied, the red circle just rested on Song Qichen's collarbone, drawing an arc in the air with his movements, and finally fell back to his skin.

The red color made the boy's skin fairer, and there were traces left by him on it...

Du Yan quickly looked away, strangling the evil fire that hadn't come up in the cradle, he cleared his throat, "Secret."

Song Qichen stared at him for a while, finally couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a "puchi".

Du Yan gave him an annoyed look, and laughed with him.

After laughing for a long time, all the hooligan thoughts he should have and shouldn't have disappeared, Du Yan lay down, and stretched out his arms to embrace Song Qichen in his arms.

Rubbing Song Qichen's ear, he whispered, "My mother gave me that red rope when I was very young."

"Well," Song Qichen looked at the ceiling, feeling Du Yan's breath in his ear, "The one you used to wear on your ankle?"

"Yes," Du Yan chuckled twice, "Do you still remember?"

Song Qichen moved his ears, and touched Du Yan's arm on his chest, "I remember, I was very impressed."

Du Yan smiled again, and then fell silent.

After a long time, Du Yan kissed Song Qichen's ear, "Happy birthday."

"Well, you said it..." Song Qichen replied in a daze, his voice gradually getting quieter.

Du Yan reached out and pressed off the bedside lamp, hugged Song Qichen and closed his eyes contentedly.

The next day, Song Qichen rarely fell asleep until he woke up naturally. When he opened his eyes, he saw a white ceiling.

It seems that it is still very early, and it is not very bright outside the window.

He yawned, moved his body to sit up, but found that... he couldn't move at all.

fuck me?

Song Qichen froze for a moment, then tried to move again.

Still can't move.

……

Song Qichen was in a daze for a moment, and Xueba's brain was working rapidly.

There's no way he's going to lose his ability to move in one sleep.

Then combined with the real-time perspective, the most likely is...

Wouldn't he be doing...doing, doing, doing...so hard to get out of bed?

Song Qichen's brain froze for three seconds, and finally remembered to look at other places besides the ceiling.

So when he saw Du Yan, who was like an octopus clasped on his body, sleeping soundly and unshakably, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

It was great not having to get out of bed.

Then Song Qichen closed his eyes and fell asleep again.