My deskmate is gay

The elevator door opened slowly, Lin Qi held Zhang Ping in his arms, and several people walked in, looking at them strangely, without speaking.

Zhang Ping shrank inside, feeling the original taste of Lin Qi.

The two finally arrived. Lin Qi grabbed Zhang Ping and walked into the hotel. Then, as if kissing wasn't enough, she held Zhang Ping down and kissed him.

Naturally, Zhang Ping would not refuse, he also wanted to understand that back then, Lin Qi was not the only one who escaped alone, he also hid at home like a loser.

They are still willing to wait for each other in the unknown years, that is enough, isn't it?

"Well... well, I'm going to take a shower." Zhang Ping gently kissed the corner of Lin Qi's lips, then ignored Lin Qi's slightly dissatisfied eyes, pushed him away and went to the bathroom.

Lin Qi's eyes deepened, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Zhang Ping's back and didn't say a word.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Ping came out rubbing his hair. Lin Qi half-lyed on the bed, seeing Zhang Ping's appearance, his eyes straightened.

Zhang Ping just tied the bathrobe slightly, as if it would be loosened in the next second.Moreover, his figure is very slender, and his delicate collarbone is very delicate.

Just by looking at it, Lin Qi could imagine the thin waist and beautiful butterfly bones after taking off the bathrobe...or, the weak moans...

Lin Qi felt a slight fever in his stomach, and then said: "Don't move, I'll blow your hair."

"En." Sensing Lin Qi's undisguised gaze, Zhang Ping smiled slightly and said nothing.

Lin Qi sat behind Zhang Ping with a hair dryer, and then stretched out her hand to stroke his soft hair. Zhang Ping couldn't help squinting his eyes comfortably, and inadvertently sighed: "It's so comfortable~"

This slightly delicate voice was nothing more than a catalyst, Lin Qi immediately raised Zhang Ping's chin, and continued to invade unceremoniously.

"Hmm..." Zhang Ping was suddenly pressed on the bed, and he couldn't help making a sound. Feeling the heat on his legs, Zhang Ping avoided Lin Qi's kiss with a little difficulty, and said, "Go take a bath for me."

"No, I'll go eventually anyway." Lin Qi tore off Zhang Ping's bathrobe, and then covered Zhang Ping's collarbone with dense kisses, and slowly reached his lower body with both hands.

"Hmm..." Zhang Ping also hugged Lin Qi's back emotionally, and his waist couldn't help arching slightly. Lin Qi was taken aback, eyes full of aggression, and said hoarsely to Zhang Ping: "Help me untie my clothes." .”

Feeling Lin Qi's service to him, Zhang Ping tried to untie his clothes with trembling hands while panting, but after a long time, only two buttons of Lin Qi's clothes were undone. Lin Qi was going crazy, he lightly Gently put Zhang Ping down, then pulled open his shirt suddenly, ready to take off his pants and everything else.

The sound of the buttons falling on the ground was very clear. Lin Qi climbed onto the bed, then picked up the lubricating oil that the hotel put beside the bed, opened it, and gently pressed on Zhang Ping's back acupoint. Zhang Ping rarely vented in the past few years. Provoke it, and immediately become sensitive.

"Hmm..." Zhang Ping gently touched Lin Qi with his leg, as if begging for something.

Lin Qi smiled, and then stretched his finger in. Zhang Ping couldn't help but let out a loud cry, and was hugged tightly by Lin Qi again. Lin Qi's movements continued to develop, and Zhang Ping was almost crying , he hooked his legs around Lin Qi's waist, and kissed him on the chin carelessly: "Lin Qi...I..."

"Hey, take your time, or you will get hurt." Lin Qi responded.

Zhang Ping didn't listen to it at all, but just kept close to Lin Qi's hot chest.

"Well... hurry up."