Differentiate into omega in the normal world

"I want to bite you!"

Song Chen unceremoniously bit on the top of Chen Lang's collarbone. He felt that he had used a lot of strength, but it didn't hurt or itch to Chen Lang. It was more like a kitten grinding his teeth.

So he didn't move, just bent over for Song Chen to bite.

Biting and whining, how ambiguous and ambiguous it is.

Until Song Chen changed from biting to licking, and the wet tip of his tongue brushed his side neck, Chen Lang gasped suddenly, held his shoulders and straightened up.

Looking down at Song Chen whose face was flushed from above, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Song Chen kicked him.

No pain.

But Chen Lang's face darkened.

One second he was pulling at you, biting and licking, wishing he could grow on him, and the next second he would be beaten.

Turning your face is faster than turning a book.

Chen Lang took a step back and said, "This time you are awake and sleepwalking in broad daylight?"

Song Chen raised his head, suppressing the agitation in his heart, and tightly squeezed the armrest of the chair with his left hand, the subcutaneous blood vessels were especially obvious under the white back of his hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief slowly, and scolded: "Chen Lang, why are you so fucking stupid?"

Then the dog's Chen Lang: "..."

"Did you mean it? You guessed I would..."

I can't help but want to hug you and bite you.

Song Chen stared at him, his wet eyes were red, clearly in a weak position, but still arrogant.

He watched Chen Lang raised his eyebrows, nodded, and admitted.

"Ah."

Song Chen almost passed out with anger!

I think so, Chen Lang is the best brain in his grade anyway, how could he not have any doubts about such an abnormal thing.

It's just that he deliberately didn't say anything and didn't ask.

Song Chen saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with a magnanimous expression, staring straight at himself. He felt his heartbeat became louder, and the heat in his body increased instead of receding. He suppressed the inexplicable throbbing and asked him, " When did it start?"

Chen Lang didn't even think about it, "When you were holding my coat and smelling it."

Song Chen was taken aback, and couldn't remember, after all, he had sniffed Chen Lang's clothes so many times.Chen Lang reminded him, "Physical education class, you went back to the classroom and sat in my seat, held my coat and smelled it, but said that you picked up my coat for me."

That's been a long time.

Song Chen's complexion changed slightly, he was indescribably embarrassed, it was the first time he sniffed Chen Lang's clothes outside.

"You actually saw it?"

"Ah."

Not only did he see it, but he also stood there and calmed down for a while.

Song Chen regretted asking, it was simply revealing his black history.

He couldn't even speak fluently, "Then you're not a little surprised? Or think..."

Song Chen couldn't say the following words, he suddenly felt sad and uncomfortable, the original good body became like this, and the investigation couldn't find out the reason, and he told Zhou Ning that he was treated as a puberty laugh.

If it wasn't for Chen Lang, he would have collapsed if he got sick several times.

But this person is Chen Lang.

He blinked, held back the moisture in the corners of his eyes, and leaned on the back of the chair and said to Chen Lang: "Don't you feel disgusted, a man smells your clothes, he can't live without your breath, and even Suddenly holding you and biting you at night! Don't you feel sick?"

His voice became sharper as he went to the back, as if he would rush up and wrestle with Chen Lang in the next second.

Even so, Chen Lang still felt a bit distressed.

Chen Lang stood up and walked behind the chair, put his hands on the back of the chair and looked down at him, and replied seriously: "I don't think so."

Song Chen was stunned, and when he raised his eyes slightly, he could see Chen Lang's protruding Adam's apple.

The distance is very close, and you can even feel the heat between your breaths, as well as the very comfortable smell after the rain.

Gently and softly, just like Chen Lang's expression at the moment.

"You are uncomfortable, but I can make you comfortable, so why don't I help you."

Chen Lang's eyes darkened slightly. He lied. At first he was a little bit resistant, but later he enjoyed it.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of her eyes, her lips are slightly parted, rosy and soft, and the lips on her upper lip are full and attractive, as if waiting for someone to love it.

The beads of her lips trembled, and the softer tip of her tongue revealed as she spoke, "But this is no ordinary help."

Who will help in this way?

It sounds perverted.

"So what?" Chen Lang looked up and met Song Chen's clear pupils, "Disgusting things abound, but what you did to me is not disgusting, and—"

He paused, pressed his thumb against his soft lips, and whispered: "I like it very much."

Thunder exploded outside the window, and the light of lightning flashed across the sky, and it was startled that the sky was getting dark.

If it was normal, Song Chen would definitely taunt him when he was struck by thunder, even God couldn't stop.

But now he was in a daze, feeling that the upper lip touched by Chen Lang was burning hot.

Lowering his head to avoid his eyes, Song Chen felt fever all over his body, not the kind of sick fever, but a simple feeling of blushing and hot ears.

Ahhhhh!

Chen Lang is such an idiot, what nonsense are you talking about!

At this moment, a message rang on his cell phone. Song Chen seemed to have seen a rescuer. He hurriedly took out the cell phone and turned it on. After a quick glance, he saw that it was a message from Uncle Wang.

He didn't even look at the content carefully and said anxiously: "I'm leaving, someone is here to pick me up."

He left the chair a little before Chen Lang stretched out his hand and pushed him back.

He didn't stretch out his hand, he controlled it and didn't let him move.

Chen Lang looked at him with deep black eyes, with inexplicable anger, "How do you go back now?"

Song Chen said, "Someone is here to pick me up."

Chen Lang glanced down at his lower body, "I mean, what do you want to do in this state, and do you think I will let you go out with wet pants?"

day.

He forgot!

I was so emotional just now that I completely forgot about my physical state.

Now that I mentioned it, the heat and discomfort that I had neglected before all came back. Song Chen regained consciousness after taking a breath, and immediately looked at Chen Lang, and Chen Lang looked back at him.

Indifferent.

Like a shit!

Song Chen gritted his teeth, shook off his arm and stood up, "Anyway, I'm leaving."

The clothes he had changed were still in the bathroom, so he could wrap them around his waist when he went downstairs.

The door was just a few steps away, but Song Chen walked slowly like a long march.

The pants he wore today were light in color, and there was an obvious dark mark on the back, which kept swaying in front of Chen Lang's eyes as Song Chen walked.

Chen Lang frowned, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Fucking indifferent.

A few seconds later, a helpless sigh resounded in the room, Song Chen stopped touching the doorknob, and the corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly.

"and many more."

Chen Lang pulled him to turn around, and Song Chen was ready to bite him by grabbing the hem of his clothes.

As a result, Chen Lang raised his hand to pinch his chin, his cheeks were sunken, his rosy lips were slightly pouty, and the more obvious lips were particularly attractive.

Want to taste what it tastes like.

Chen Lang thought so, so he did so.

Lower your head to print on the corners of his lips, and trace along the lip line a little bit deeper.

It was as fragrant and soft as he had imagined.

It seems to be able to taste the sweet milky taste.

After several minutes, the sound of sticky water in the room stopped.

Chen Lang's eyes were terribly dark, and he lowered his eyelashes to look at Song Chen with satisfaction.

Look at his pretty face getting more and more red, see that there is no disgust in his wet eyes, and his favorite lips, which are rosy and plump like rouge.

"feelling better?"

Song Chen nodded stupidly, then hurriedly shook his head, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You really are a dog!"

"At least it didn't break the corner of your mouth."

"But it hurts!"

Chen Lang smiled, "Not next time."

Song Chen stared at him fiercely, "There will be no next time."

Chen Lang's face sank, he turned around and began to take off his clothes, and then his pants.Song Chen, who had just finished wiping his mouth, looked up and saw this scene, and was so frightened that he grabbed the doorknob, "What are you doing?"

"Change with your clothes."

"Then you don't need to take it off. If you are poor, you can change clothes."

Chen Lang approached naked. He was tall and covered with a layer of muscles, so he didn't look very thin.

He covered his head with his clothes, and the after-rain breath instantly enveloped Song Chen, and then said quietly, "I think you'll like the one I took off."

Song Chen: "..."

Song Chen had nothing to say.

In the end, he changed into Chen Lang's clothes and trousers. The clothes were fine, so they were loose-fitting, but the trousers were too much, and the hem of the trousers was a whole length too long.

Song Chen clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

It's only half a head taller, why is there such a big difference.

When Song Chen wanted to take his clothes away, Chen Lang stopped him. Song Chen said, "What are you doing? I'm leaving. Uncle Wang has been waiting for a long time."

Chen Lang hooked his shoulders and went out, "You are wearing my clothes, then keep yours as a hostage."

"You are sick?"

Chen Lang laughed without answering, opened the downstairs door for him, sent him to the car, and finally whispered in his ear: "Everything I say today is serious."

The car door closed, and Song Chen left in a daze.

After standing there for a while, Chen Lang turned around and went upstairs. His grandmother was taking out medicine to take, and asked without raising her head when she heard the movement, "When did you finish high school?"

Chen Lang: "There is still more than a year."

Grandma swallowed the medicine, took a sip of water, and said, "You will move out when you finish reading."

Chen Lang rolled his eyelids, "Where should I move?"

"Whatever you want." Grandma threw the empty box into the trash can, her tone tired, "Anyway, don't let me see you, I have grandchildren myself, and I don't need you to show respect."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head away and stopped looking at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang returned to the room, Song Chen's clothes and pants were on the bed.

The sweet milky smell radiated from the clothes, obediently drifting towards Chen Lang.

He sat on the bed, his slender fingertips brushing the dark patch on his trousers.

The fragrance is strongest here.

Thinking of Song Chen pawing on him, biting his neck and refusing to let go.

Chen Lang curled his lips and chuckled.

No one needs him.

Except Song Chen.