Zhu Mu Lang Ma

When the door was pushed open by Fu Kun, Fu Yijie was sitting cross-legged in front of the small TV, staring at the screen, but the picture in his mind was not in sync with the screen.

When he looked up and saw Fu Kun, those pictures instantly became solid and made him froze, but soon, the shame of being a thief and being caught on the spot quickly engulfed him, just like those images in his mind. It was as if Fu Kun had seen all the mess.

He kicked the small TV in a panic.

The small TV rolled a few times on the tatami, and stopped face to face at Fu Kun's feet.

Hmm, ah, it's still going on, Fu Yijie was immersed in fantasy before, and didn't pay much attention to this voice, but now he suddenly came to his senses, this voice is like thunder!

"Hey, hey," Fu Kun bent down with a smile, picked up the small TV and put it away, and pressed the pause button on the DVD player, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yijie didn't speak, and stared at Fu Kun. Fu Kun looked very natural, without any special reaction. After putting the small TV down, he began to undress, just like usual.

Yeah, there's nothing weird about that...

My younger brother just hid in the house to watch a movie, what can we make a fuss about?

Fu Yijie breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and quickly pulled the towel beside him to cover his lap.

"Don't be a fart," Fu Kun took off his clothes and pants and threw them at random, "You should be scared back."

That's right, I lost all my feelings of fright, and of course my reactions all went home and stayed.

Fu Yijie threw the towel aside dejectedly, staring at his sweatpants, he dare not look at Fu Kun now, Fu Kun will take off his clothes when he gets home, and walk around the house in his underpants every day of.

It's okay for him to bear it normally, but now he has all kinds of feelings in his heart, and he dare not look at it anymore.

"I brought you chicken wings," Fu Kun handed over a paper bag, "Do you want to eat?"

"Yeah." Fu Yijie quickly grabbed the bag, took a chicken wing out and gnawed on it.

"I thought you didn't watch these," Fu Kun went over and ejected the DVD, "Usually if I tell you to watch it together, you run away..."

"I'll just... just take a look." Fu Yijie put the chicken wings in his mouth and bit the bones.

Hearing that Fu Kun opened the drawer and threw the dish in, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can pick and choose if you look at it casually. I took the most boring one." Fu Kun closed the drawer, "If you say you have no experience, I usually don't like to look at that one."

"... Oh." Fu Yijie replied, he didn't know how to proceed with this conversation.

Just when he wanted to change the subject and ask Fu Kun how business was going today, Fu Kun sat down next to him, pressed DVD again, and put a disc in.

When Fu Yijie watched the picture reappeared on the small TV screen, he almost got stuck in a chicken bone.

He struggled to swallow the chicken wings stuffed in his mouth, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Look," Fu Kun adjusted the angle of the TV, leaned back against the wall, and pulled up his pants, "I haven't watched it for a long time, let me tell you, this one is beautiful, when you watch it in the future... "

"I don't want to watch!" Fu Yijie couldn't control his voice.

"You've seen it all..." Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, but soon jumped up as if he understood something, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Is this the first time you watched it today?"

"Yeah." Fu Yijie put the last bite of chicken wing into his mouth, and bit his finger along the way.

Fu Kun took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands for him, and continued to whisper: "Are you scared? The first time I watched it was... a little irritated, but you are almost a third year in high school... Are you scared?"

"No." Fu Yijie lowered his head and wiped his hands, not knowing what to say.

He is very contradictory now, he doesn't want Fu Kun to think that he likes to watch porn, but he also doesn't want to let Fu Kun think that he is not used to watching porn.

"Then..." Fu Kun hesitated a little, rubbing his hands on his legs, "Then I'll ask for instructions, I want to watch it now, do you want to go together or... go out and watch TV with Diu Diu?"

Fu Yijie closed his eyes and took a breath: "Are you holding back?"

"Yeah," Fu Kun laughed, and answered quite bluntly, "I haven't vented for a long time, and now my energy has been hooked, I decided to relax."

Fu Yijie didn't make a sound, and he didn't move while sitting.

"Did I see it?" Fu Kun asked.

Fu Yijie still didn't speak.

Fu Kun stopped for a while, then retreated to the wall and propped up the pillow to lean against: "I still want that or something."

Fu Yijie squeezed his fingers.

"Just...you can see it if you don't want to..."

"Do you want to see it or not?" Fu Yijie looked back at him.

"Ah," Fu Kun was stunned, "Look."

"Then just see, where does all this nonsense come from, it will be over when you finish talking." Fu Yijie gritted his teeth, and also raised the pillow and leaned against it.

Fu Kun laughed a few times, didn't say anything more, bent one leg and started watching the movie.

After Fu Kun's leg relaxed, he leaned lightly on Fu Yijie's leg, and Fu Yijie suddenly felt that those messy imaginations were rushing into his mind led by the tour guide holding a small flag.

Please keep up and don't fall behind!

Please look to my left!

On my left is the handsome Fu Kun!Everyone can see, he is watching a movie!

Please be patient, he will respond after a while!

Fu Yijie wasn't in the mood to watch the film, he wasn't interested, but he didn't have the courage to look to the left, so he could only lean on the pillow with his whole body tensed.

All his attention was on Fu Kun's palm-sized piece of skin against his leg.

Fu Kun didn't move much, he leaned on the pillow and stared at the screen comfortably.

Fu Yijie felt that at this moment, his senses seemed to have finally practiced the tenth level of magical skills, becoming extremely sensitive.

He seemed to be able to feel any slight movement of Fu Kun's leg next to him.

After going on in such a mess for a while, the voice on the small TV that Fu Yijie had subconsciously excluded all this time suddenly became louder, and a woman's cry pierced through his chaotic thinking.

Fu Kun's legs moved slightly at this time, and his breathing became faster than before. Fu Yijie saw his body slipping down from the corner of his eye, and pulled his pants.

This action made Fu Yijie's vision double, and he had to take a deep breath, trying to look away.

But Fu Kun didn't give him enough time to adjust. A few seconds later, Fu Kun's hand reached into his pants.

This time Fu Yijie couldn't hold it back, he turned his head to look at Fu Kun's pants.

Fu Kun's hand that had just moved twice stopped: "Huh?"

"No." Fu Yijie quickly turned his face away.

Fu Kun didn't speak any more, and continued with his previous actions.

Fu Yijie stared at his toes, and his ears were filled with the sound of Fu Kun's trembling breathing following the movements of his hands.

He likes to fall asleep listening to Fu Kun's breathing, Fu Kun's usual breathing, his breathing after falling asleep, and his breathing when he is about to wake up, he is familiar with each of them.

But what he heard now was a gasp that he had never heard before, full of desire and sensuality.

Some hurried, some unsteady.

Fu Yijie's desires that were frightened away by Fu Kun's sudden push of the door began to rise again.

Fu Kun's leg next to his trembled slightly following the movement, and this subtle feeling spread along Fu Yijie's leg to his whole body, and the flames that were tentatively rising up in his body became more and more intense.

This was completely different from when he was alone watching a movie and thinking wildly. The fire burned so fast that he felt that the heat in his body was overflowing from every pore.

Heartbeat is accelerating.

He was beginning to feel a little tight in his trousers.

But he didn't have the courage to open his pants to release himself as easily as Fu Kun.

The source of their desires is completely different.

"You..." Fu Kun said suddenly, slowed down his movements, and his voice was very low, "Is it not or I'm sorry?"

"You really care too much." Fu Yijie said, he found his voice was a little floating.

Fu Kun didn't make a sound, just smiled.

Fu Yijie was a little annoyed by his smile, he gritted his teeth and opened his pants and stretched his hand in.

After moving a few times, he simply took off the sports shorts he was wearing outside, and threw them on Fu Kun.

"It's cool." Fu Kun said, Fu Yijie's pants were thrown on his lap, but he didn't move.

Fu Yijie closed his eyes, he didn't need those images on the screen, he just needed to hear Fu Kun's panting, and the enjoyment of electric current passing through Fu Kun's body when he came into contact with him.

He rarely does such activities, occasionally when he thinks of Fu Kun in the shower, he will mess with him, but most of the time thinking about his brother doing such a thing will make him feel guilty, and most of the time he just flushes the water and presses it to finish the job.

And now he was a little confused because of the stimulation of Fu Kun and his own hand.

Those things that he usually thinks about too much were thrown behind him.

Fu Kun didn't pay much attention to the movement on his side, he focused on the screen, and occasionally let out a low sigh.

This voice unabashedly conveyed Fu Kun's pleasure at this moment to Fu Yijie.

Every gasp, sigh, or even normal inhalation caused electric currents to flow through Fu Yijie's body continuously.

He was a little up and down, and his growing desire began to make him feel that he was not satisfied with the mechanical movements in his hands.

Yes, for him, the people around him are a greater temptation, every move of Fu Kun is always stirring up his most sensitive nerve.

Fu Yijie sped up the movements of his hands, his consciousness was a little out of control, and he lost control and didn't know where he wanted to float.

His mind and ears were full of Fu Kun.

Fu Kun had a somewhat lazy smile, Fu Kun's bare back, tight buttocks...

Fu Kun's breathing was speeding up, and when it reached his ears, it would directly fall on the already unbearable desire.

Fu Yijie didn't know what he was thinking or what he wanted. When he turned over and hugged Fu Kun suddenly, his mind was buzzing.

He just wanted to touch Fu Kun, hug him, stick close to him, and touch his body.

Before Fu Kun could react, he pressed down and kissed Fu Kun's lips.

When Fu Kun came back to his senses, the tip of Fu Yijie's tongue had already pushed into his mouth along the teeth, stirring and sucking fiercely.

"Hmm..." He with some difficulty pulled out the hand that was being held down by Fu Yijie, trying to push him away.

Fu Yijie's whole body has been firmly wrapped up in desire, he put his whole body on Fu Kun's body without hesitation, his arms tightly wrapped around Fu Kun's shoulders, and the other hand grabbed Fu Kun's waist hard. Right, the tight but soft touch on Fu Kun's waist made his panting suddenly intensified.

Fu Kun was dazed by Fu Yijie's sudden madness, and was a little at a loss. After failing to push Fu Yijie away twice, Fu Yijie's hand had already moved down his waist and touched his leg.

Fu Yijie rubbed against his skin fiercely with the hot temperature in his palm, making his breathing a little messed up.

Fu Kun hasn't vented for a long time. He is very busy every day, and occasionally feels a little bit, and it will pass after a break.

He was very absorbed in watching today's movie. After holding back for a long time, he was already in a state of excitement, and his desire was rampaging in his body, wanting to find an outlet. Fu Yijie's reaction made him startled. , followed by an indescribable pleasure that quickly surrounded him.

Fu Yijie's heavy breathing was in his ears, and his warm breath hit his face. He was a little confused, and Fu Yijie's soft tongue kept entangled, and every time he picked out the most excited at that point.

Fu Kun doesn't have much experience. Although he has seen a lot of movies and comics, everything is just in his imagination.

When Fu Yijie kissed him savagely and crazily, and kept groping and rubbing his body with his hands, bringing him real stimulation, his desire became strong and could not be controlled by reason.

He knew that this kind of excitement was wrong, he didn't mistake Fu Yijie for a woman in a daze, he wanted to push away Fu Yijie who had been completely swallowed up by lust, but the pleasure that kept coming like taking the wrong medicine was gone Make him extremely contradictory.

Hot body, fiery breath, familiar yet unfamiliar breath...

When Fu Yijie let go of his lips, Fu Kun felt that he could hardly breathe, so he pushed him again, but Fu Yijie pressed him firmly, showing no intention of letting go.

Both of them were panting heavily, Fu Kun didn't know what he was thinking, but just stared at Fu Yijie face to face.

The hair on Fu Yijie's forehead covered half of his eyes, but Fu Kun could still see the mist in his eyes and his slightly confused eyes.

This kind of look reminded him instantly of the little guy who was so soft and teary by his side ten years ago, his pitiful appearance and face prettier than that of a little girl always made him feel distressed.

But the current Fu Yijie is no longer what he was back then, and has matured a lot, but he still makes him feel...beautiful.

Fu Yijie lowered his head and kissed him again, Fu Kun didn't push him any more, the response from the tip of his tongue made the temperature of his whole body burn to the boiling point in an instant, and he could almost hear the sound of gurgling in his ears.

He grabbed Fu Kun's waist and slipped his hand into his pants.

Fu Kun snorted in a low voice, and his breathing suddenly became rapid, and the two of them were breathing heavily together.

Fu Kun's hand landed on his back, stroking him along his back, and then slowly touched his leg.

This gentle but desire-filled caress made Fu Yijie's consciousness a little fuzzy, and as Fu Kun's hand slipped onto his lap little by little, his breathing stopped and his body tensed up suddenly.

……

Fu Yijie was lying on Fu Kun's body, feeling a little weak all over.

Fu Kun gently pushed him, and he slowly turned over, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

His heartbeat was still fast, like a drum beating, and he was also panting heavily. He always felt a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen in his brain, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Fu Kun sat up on his back, staring at the TV screen, moving his hands in his pants.

Fu Yijie hesitated for a moment, and when he reached out to help him, Fu Kun quickly pressed his hand: "Myself."

Fu Yijie withdrew his hand and continued to stare at the ceiling.

Not long after, he heard Fu Kun let out a sigh of relief.

Fu Kun poked the DVD player with his foot, and the room fell silent, only the intertwined breathing of the two of them could be heard.

It was at this moment that Fu Yijie slowly woke up.

Before he could completely withdraw from the remaining desire after venting, he felt a little chill from the outside to the inside of his whole body.

Fu Yijie, you are crazy!What have you done!

How dare you!

you are done!

Finished!

Finished!

"I'll take a shower." Fu Kun sat up, stepped over him, took a change of clothes and quickly walked out of the bedroom.

Fu Yijie lay there without moving or making a sound, his mind was full of images of when he was on top of Fu Kun before.

He didn't know where he had the convulsive courage to do such a thing.

Right now, he felt as if he had been emptied out. He was cold, scared, and even lost the strength to sit up. He just lay so straight, staring at the lamp on the top, and couldn't even move his eyeballs.

He didn't want to move, or rather, he didn't dare to move, it seemed that as long as he moved, he would instantly return to reality, and had to face Fu Kun and the things he had done before...

Fu Kun went into the bathroom, and when he was about to close the door to take a shower, he felt thirsty again and his throat became dry.

He turned around and walked to the living room again. Just as he was about to pour water, the mobile phone he threw on the sofa rang.

The ringing of the mobile phone is not loud, and he usually can't hear it, but now it's like a thunderbolt, so scared that he almost throws the cup in his hand.

He put down his glass and picked up his cell phone. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar cell phone number, so he picked it up.

"Hey, hello." When Fu Kun spoke, he felt his throat tighten and his voice turned around.

The other side seemed to be stunned for a moment before saying: "Aww."

"Oh, you uncle." Fu Kun recognized Sun Wei's voice.

"Damn, as soon as you answer the phone, you say hello," Sun Wei laughed, "I don't know if it's some fashionable greeting."

"Have you bought a mobile phone?" Fu Kun asked, Sun Wei had never bought a mobile phone, saying that the ordinary mobile phone was not high enough, and he had to save money to buy an epoch-making one.

"V70!" Sun Wei yelled, "How about it!"

"It's a lot of money," Fu Kun smiled, not in the mood to tease Sun Wei, "Tell me what's going on, I'm going to take a shower."

"Come out to get together tomorrow," Sun Wei's voice suddenly became a little melancholy, "I'm going to the south, and I'll come out tomorrow to chat with you."

"Do you have a score?" Fu Kun was stunned, "Who are you going with? What are you going to do?"

"I can't tell right now. My mother and I have been reluctant to confess for three days, and I am still confessing. I will go to Datong to find you tomorrow. You should accept it early and stay with me all night. Don't go back." Sun Wei said .

"……Row."

When Fu Kun entered the room, Fu Yijie was still lying on the ground without any change in his posture. He felt that his back was numb, but he still didn't want to move.

Fu Kun put the small TV and DVD player back on the bookshelf, and put the dishes back in the drawer.

Finally, she walked to him and stood beside him, looking down at him: "Go and wash."

"En." Fu Yijie responded, but did not move.

"Go." Fu Kun kicked him.

"Brother," Fu Yijie moved his line god to Fu Kun with some difficulty, "I..."

"Let's wash it first." Fu Kun took the comics casually, turned around and sat on the chair.