Jiaojiu Nuanyang

"Ahem," Fang Kun put down his wine glass, blushing on his face, "Chen Jingdong, I promised to give you a special birthday present. After eating and drinking, we will reveal the answer. Haha, are you looking forward to it? Maybe I didn't do too well , don't be disgusted!"

Chen Jingdong didn't know what expression would be more appropriate, so he couldn't help grabbing the line of his trousers with his big hands: "Actually, Fang Kun, I'm not old-fashioned or anything... How could I despise you... Don't worry if you can't do well, I will cough too Cough, I can't do it well... No, I'm worried about hurting you..."

The incoherent expression stopped under the gaze of the boy's widening eyes.

Fang Kun Kaba Kaba stared at him, pointing at him in disbelief, his face flushed, funny and ashamed: "You, you, Chen Jingdong, where are you going?! The gift I mentioned...what do you think it is?"

The honest man scratched the feverish pinna in silence: "I saw it just now. Condoms." The last three words almost turned into an air cavity.

The boy held back for [-] seconds, and burst into earth-shattering laughter, mixed with a breathless cough: "Oh my god, I can't do it, I'm going to laugh... help..."

After 5 minutes, Fang Kun finally finished laughing, and went into the room, took out a guitar from the cabinet to hold, and sat upright in front of him again, Chen Jingdong suddenly realized that he was dumbfounded.

At that moment, I felt so ashamed that I just wanted to dive into the refrigerator and freeze to death.

What a fucking shame to throw it home.

The red-faced man looked very cute, with nowhere to rest his hands and feet.

Clearing his throat, Fang Kun plucked the strings a few times, with a nervous expression on his face: "For Chen Jingdong. I hope you like it. This song is for the rest of my life."

The mellow and clear sound of the folk guitar sounded, and the sound of the plucked piano was gurgling.

"Look for the sun in a place where there is no wind, and be a warm sun in a place where you are cold... For the rest of my life, I only want you. For the rest of my life, you will be the wind and snow, you will be the ordinary, and you will be the poor..."

The voice of the young man who had just opened his voice trembled a little, and he couldn't relax because of the emotional tension.As I sang slowly, my emotions came out, and my voice became much more stable.There are stars in his eyes, full of persistence and indescribable affection.

"...I want to take you to see the clear sky, I want to tell you loudly that I am fascinated by you... For the rest of my life, I only want you..."

Chen Jingdong covered his eyes, trying to stop the tears.But those hot tears came out more violently, dripping from between the fingers, dripping on the skirt of the clothes and trousers, mottled and wet.

The last syllable dissipated in the air, and more lyrics and heart-felt voices sounded, thrilling, shaking in the mind, and will not go away for a long time.

"Oops." Fang Kun sniffed, with a nasal voice, and the circles of his eyes were red: "It's obviously a confession. Why did you make people cry..."

Chen Jingdong thought, he was really hopeless, he had been poisoned by a kind of poison called Fang Kun, there was no cure for it, but he was happy with it.At such an age, it is really...

The provocative one was not much better, he wiped his eyes and took a deep breath, racking his brains to get the atmosphere back.

"Brother, let me tell you, I have learned this song for a long time. Once I played it in the dormitory, and they all said that chasing girls is a nirvana. I don't chase girls, I just like Chen Jingdong Alone...you don't know that I was nervous just now, and almost lost my tune..."

Fang Kun scratched his head, put the guitar aside against the wall, walked in front of Chen Jingdong in two steps, knelt down and put his hands on his knees, raised his head carefully: "Brother, don't cry. You make me feel uncomfortable crying. I I wanted to impress you, but I didn’t intend to impress you so much. Well, it’s a bit too hard.”

Chen Jingdong was amazed and funny, wiped his face, and felt that his little face was completely swept away: "I'm going to wash my face. It's really embarrassing, isn't it. The playing is good, and the singing is even better."

After washing his face, cleaning the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, Fang Kun followed behind Chen Jingdong like a tail.

Those overflowing emotions were cleaned up bit by bit, embarrassment was long overdue.

Chen Jingdong wiped his hands and made a gesture to kick him: "Where did you learn this trick? Was it on purpose?"

Fang Kun waved his hands again and again with a hippie smile: "No, no, how dare I! I am wronged. Brother, you are the head of our family, and I dare not deliberately make you cry, for fear of being silenced." After laughing, his eyes were full of anticipation Ask: "Then I prepared this birthday present, do you like it, Chen Jingdong?"

"I like it." The man was generous, and stretched out his hand "carefully" to flick the boy's head: "I like it very much."

The boy's expression was so happy that he almost turned somersault on the ground: "I know you like it! Then I will learn a few more songs in the future—"

"Okay." Chen Jingdong was also afraid, and quickly stopped: "Don't imitate, my old bones will be broken in one shot, and I won't be able to take it again."

Fang Kun laughed loudly, and stretched out his hand to poke him everywhere: "Where is it crispy? Here? Here?"

The one who was harassed angrily revolted, Chen Jingdong directly grasped the troublemaker's hand, turned around, and used the trick of capturing and controlling the enemy to wrap him in his arms: "I remember that time when you were drunk, you just poked around like this Yes. It's really against the sky for you."

Chen Jingdong didn't want to fight, so he simply "deadly" tickled him.Fang Kun was very ticklish, almost laughing like a sieve, tears came out of his eyes.

"Begging for mercy, begging for mercy! Hand in your guns and don't kill me! Brother, spare your life! A hero, spare your life!"

The body twisted and rubbed, and the heat mixed with a strange feeling came to my heart.

Chen Jingdong stopped his hands, and his breathing was a little messy.

The young man in his arms squinted at him, his ruddy lips curled slightly, and in the next second he put his arm around the man's neck and kissed him.

In just two seconds, Chen Jingdong immediately became the hostess, and the kiss between the men was menacing, less romantic and more bloody.The young man is still not sophisticated enough, he doesn't even know how to breathe, he instinctively wants to step back and separate his lips and tongue to get some breathing air.

If he retreats, he enters.The man was chasing and sticking, a little uncharacteristically aggressive, and he didn't let him avoid it at all.

Shortness of breath brings a vague lack of oxygen, in contrast to the extreme excitement of the body.

With a vague hum, the boy raised his left leg and tried to hang it on the man.

The body lost its balance, and Chen Jingdong was staggered by the boy's inertia, and quickly reached out to support the table.

The edge of the table hit the wall with a loud noise, which fell on deaf ears to the kissing couple.Invisible sparks splashed in the air, making the temperature soar.

Lips and tongues were inextricably entangled, and the two stumbled from the living room to the room.Knocked over a chair, knocked open the door, hit the wall and jumped back.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the two of them couldn't take care of it.

The light coming in through the half-closed door is not too bright, and it's not too bright to see anything, just right.

Those things that were once suppressed are now rebounding fiercely, and Chen Jingdong's body trembled slightly due to the stimulation.

want to.want him.Even the selfish ones don't even think about reason.Not thinking might hurt him, not thinking might make him cry.

The possessiveness was so strong that it was almost abnormal, and it was unstoppable.

"I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore." The man put his mouth on the young man's Adam's apple, his hot thin lips touched, the tip of his tongue pressed against him, his teeth didn't use force, but it made people feel the fear of being choked to death.The thrill of near-death adds to the adrenaline rush, all while being creepy.

The young man let out a low cry of surprise, and immediately suppressed the ending in shame.It seems that if you don't make a sound, you won't show your timidity.The boy's face is too big~

"Who, who," Fang Kun swallowed hard: "Who made you bear it. Is it a man?"

Chen Jingdong smiled lowly, with a bit of presumptuousness and rough wildness in his laughter: "Be your man."

The embarrassment couldn't stop, almost burning Fang Kun's eyes and cheeks to red.The young man refused to admit defeat, gritted his teeth to resist the urge to tremble, stretched his neck and bit the man's earlobe, and said in a pure and wild tone: "You come. When you are old, I will serve you on it."

Amused by his provocation.Chen Jingdong gritted his teeth, and his subordinates used all their strength, knocking off Fang Kun's two buttons: "If you have the guts, try it, and see if I can take care of you even though I'm old."

Greedy for a while.

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The bright light penetrated the eyelids, pulling people out of their deep sleep.

Chen Jingdong moved, put his arms on his forehead, and slowly woke up from deep sleep.

The curtains were not drawn, no wonder it was so bright.

Swipe down from the window.Clothes and trousers were scattered all over the floor beside the bed. Fang Kun's thick red and white shirt was pressed under Chen Jingdong's trousers, and there was a white button rolled on the edge of the chair leg.On the floor at the corner between the bedside table and the big bed, there was a large pile of crumpled tissues and a condom that was unused and discarded——

Okamoto is too small to get on.

With a buzzing in his head, Chen Jingdong sat up in a panic, and turned his face to look around.

The teenager who was sleeping on his stomach hadn't woken up yet, and the navy blue quilt covered his waist a little bit, exposing a large piece of skin above the shoulder blade.

Fang Kun is thin but not revealing, except for those shoulder blades.Probably because he was lying on his stomach and put his hands under the pillow, the protrusion was particularly obvious at this moment, like a bird flapping its wings and trying to fly away.

The madness and wantonness of last night turned into fine cold sweat in broad daylight at this moment.

Chen Jingdong stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it but dared not.

Blood was seen on the tooth marks on the back of the boy's neck, and there were purple hickey marks on the shoulder blades, a string of them, fragrant but also shocking.

Memories flooded into the brain, like a beast that has been sleepy for a long time but has come out of the cage, baring its teeth and claws.

"It hurts...brother, this won't work...hand cream..."

Chen Jingdong's eyes fell on the bedside table, where there was a squeezed tube of hand cream.The lid is gone, and the milky white cream hangs a little on the wooden countertop, which is very eye-catching.

"Chen Jingdong, don't...ah...you can't do it there...I can't kneel anymore..."

The man swallowed nervously.Unconsciously staring at the open Okamoto cardboard box next to the pillow.

simply.fuck it!

The corner of Chen Jingdong's mouth twitched, and he slapped his forehead.How hungry are you?Fang Kun's first time, he actually got it four times insatiably greedy!

"Brother, kill me, I'm dead..."

The choking sound and the groaning sound were tightly intertwined, and the tears and sweat were mixed, flying across the dark night without any restraint.

The boy's back heels were tightly hooked to his waist, dangling, and that small piece of skin seemed to be on fire, burning from the surface to the inside, burning all the internal organs.

That kind of indulgence and bliss, that kind of shock of being integrated with each other, that kind of pleasure in pain can drive people crazy.

Liking is one thing, imagining is another.

It's just that all of this completely overturned history last night, and a shocking stroke was carved in Chen Jingdong's mind.