Bird Raiders

The prince held A Ting's hand, sat down beside the bed, and asked him, "Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere, just hug it."

The prince hugged him without any hesitation, even Ah Ting was startled, leaning on the prince's chest and looking up to observe the prince's expression, but unfortunately he could only see the sliding Adam's apple.

Ah Ting stretched out his hand to touch it, and the prince grabbed him, "Don't make trouble."

Ah Ting quietly leaned on the prince, "This is the capital, will it be dangerous for you to come here, prince?"

"As long as you stay in the prime minister's mansion, there is no danger."

"Then the prince should stay here and don't go anywhere."

The prince pinched Ah Ting's waist and said, "Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

"Before I go to Qiling Mountain, I should write a letter to tell the prince, but there is too little time, and I don't know how to write."

"I'll teach you later," the prince passed his fingers through A Ting's hair, and wrapped his other hand around A Ting's waist, pressing him tighter, "What are you going to do at Qiling Mountain?"

"Hu Luo said that a Taoist priest hid a prescription for immortality in the cave of Qiling Mountain. The Taoist priest used to make alchemy for the emperor. When he was about to practice it, the emperor died. The Taoist priest wanted to prevent the world from knowing the existence of this prescription. , and hid it in the Abandoned Spirit Mountain where no one dared to go."

"Then have you found it?"

"Mother found it for us when she went to rescue us."

"You...why do you want this prescription?"

Ah Ting raised his head from the prince's chest, and faced him face to face, "Because I don't want my father to die, and I don't want my father and mother to be separated, and the prince, I don't want to be separated from the prince either."

"Death?" The word came out of Ah Ting's mouth, which shocked the prince, "Didn't your father say that people don't die, they just turn into flowers and trees?"

"It was a lie to me, I know."

The prince was stunned. He didn't know how many changes had happened to Ah Ting in the past three years.

"I knew about it two years ago. Grandpa Chai, the back cook, died of illness. His family came to the prime minister's mansion to take him back. Daddy rewarded his family with a lot of money and a coffin. Grandpa Chai was put into the coffin and carried When I got home, I followed them secretly and watched them bury the coffin in the ground."

While pinching the prince's earlobe, Ah Ting said in a low voice, "Grandpa Chai has not changed into anything. He is in the soil and never opened his eyes again."

The prince didn't know what to say, so he could only look at A Ting distressedly, "Do your parents know?"

"No," Ah Ting shook his head, and said earnestly, "Mother doesn't know either. He thought people wouldn't die. I want to hide it from him like my father. My mother loves my father so much. If I know that my father will die one day." He will be buried in the ground too, how sad he must be."

The prince found that he didn't know Ah Ting well enough.

"Why is your lord looking at me like this?"

The prince came back to his senses, smiled at Ah Ting and said, "I suddenly feel that your eyes are very beautiful."

"really?"

"Every time you look at me, it's as if you crushed the starlight and sprinkled it in your eyes."

When Ah Ting was carried on the lap by the prince, he was still a little dizzy. When the prince asked him to open his mouth, he opened his mouth and let him stick out his tongue. Sucked away, Arting moved his lips a little, and the prince would bite him punishingly.

The prince pinched his waist and buried his head to kiss Ah Ting's chest. The two pink breasts had already stood up, but the prince had a bad intention and deliberately didn't visit there. Ah Ting couldn't help it. He took the prince's hand and rubbed his jaws against himself. The prince bit Ah Ting's neck and laughed sullenly, calling him a "bird in heat".

The prince repeated his old tricks, and went to take care of Ah Ting's little brother first, holding it in his hand and playing it up and down, and occasionally scratching the top of the bell. cry out.

"Don't touch it..." Ah Ting begged for mercy, holding the prince's neck.

But the prince intensified and asked him: "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Comfortable and uncomfortable."

"Then I'm not sure." The prince exerted a little strength, rubbing his fingertips on the perineum, which made Ah Ting tremble, and held the prince's evil arm weakly to stop him.

When Ah Ting was released, his whole body was limp, and he leaned on the prince's body like a boneless one, panting rapidly, accompanied by humming full of reproaches.

The prince took the opportunity to strip off A Ting's trousers. A pair of bare legs were draped over the quilt, like two young bamboo shoots after the rain. The heels of the legs were still stained with some muddy liquid. The prince's throat moved, and then A Ting Turning over, let him straddle her.

"Ass up."

Ah Ting didn't ask why, and obediently raised his butt.

"Bring me the jar of honey on the table."

When Ah Ting moved his fingertips, the jar of honey flew into the hands of the prince. The prince scooped up a spoonful of honey in his hand, then stretched his hand to Ah Ting's buttocks and squeezed it into the crevice of the buttocks. He hurriedly clamped his buttocks, but was held down by the prince and couldn't move.

"Soon, very soon." The prince coaxed.

The prince's fingers reached into Ah Ting's untouched small hole, twirled around while grinding the folds, and then poked it in unexpectedly, and Ah Ting whimpered softly on the prince's shoulder.

After preparing for a long time, the prince put on his hot penis, pressed it against his open mouth, and said, "A Ting, hold on."

Ah Ting cried worse than the prince had imagined, as if he had been wronged by the heavens. The prince felt that his neck was about to be broken by Ah Ting's arms. In the merciless conquest, Arting was beaten to the bone.

As soon as he said "no", the prince bumped even harder.

It was also the first time for the prince. He didn't know the rhythm method of deep and shallow. He only knew how to attack from deep. "Bully him" three words.

Ah Ting couldn't see anything clearly, everything in front of him was foggy, the curtains, pillows, doors and windows... were all imaginary, only the prince was real.

He sniffed, leaned forward, and kissed the prince on the lips. The prince paused for a moment, then picked up the bend of his leg, and penetrated deeper.

In the end, several streams of warm liquid shot into A Ting's body, and the prince collapsed on A Ting's body, panting heavily.

Ah Ting was dazed and ashamed, lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt and feeling sulky all by himself, he ignored the prince, and the prince didn't coax him, he patted Ah Ting's buttocks with a smile, got out of bed, washed a handkerchief, and wiped Ah Ting's body.