father - home

"Honey, is that you?"

There was no answer, only heavy, rapid breathing.

The blackout curtains blocked any glimmer of light from the moonlit night.Eyes finally adjusted to the darkness.On the black background, a darker shadow, a familiar outline, a pair of shimmering eyes.

The shadow pressed down on me, my chest bears his weight, my hands are restrained by the pillow, my cheeks feel the hot breath, and my lips welcome his crazy kisses.

I didn't respond for a long time, was I dizzy and stunned by this sudden attack?

Yes, I was dizzy, and suddenly I was ecstatic with this longed-for caress.I was stunned, is this my beloved Zhao?That cute, gentle, jade-like person?

Yes, it is my beloved, it is my familiar lips, familiar kiss, fresh, elegant and comfortable breath, as well as naughty, provocative, oppressive and sucking.This force, this wave, originates from my chest, waves, pushes, and spreads to my tongue, to my lips, to the tip of my heart, my lower abdomen, and my whole body.

Yes baby, please take my breath, take my life, take me to heaven, hell, wherever I want.As long as I go hand in hand, as long as I walk with you, I don't care if the future is long and the ground is full of thorns, even if my reputation is ruined and my body is smashed to pieces.

"what!"

I didn't hear my own voice.Because I don't know how to speak anymore, it's like I have lost the ability to hear and see, and even my senses have become dull.

It didn't hurt very much, it was just touched and pricked, and I couldn't even tell where it was.It wasn't until the lips that fascinated me suddenly left, and after the momentary emptiness, loss and suffocation, the air supported my chest again, and the senses recovered, the tip of the tongue was burning and painful, the mouth was full of blood, and warm currents overflowed from the corners of the mouth.

"Wow...wow..."

what sound?

Just when I understood what happened, a hot current, no, it should be dots, pouring down on the head, not the head, but leaning to the left, the left shoulder, the left cheek, temple and pillow...

My stomach twitched violently, and I forcibly swallowed the turbid flow mixed with blood. With all my strength, I broke free from Zhao's suppressed wrist and lifted my upper body.

"Zhao!" I yelled, reaching out to turn on the light.

A crisp "pop", or two?One light and thin, bringing light; another thick and heavy, accompanied by strong winds, impacts and shadows...

The light has been turned on, I shouldn't still be lying in the dark, I want to see you, Zhao, what's wrong with you?

oh!I see it, why is it ghosting?Why so vague?It is the mist in front of my eyes.did i cry?No!It's raining?Where am I in the house?Those are... Zhao's tears, the tears dripping on my eye sockets.He is crying?Where is he?There was no longer any weight on my body, so I jumped up all of a sudden. "Zhao!"

He knelt at the foot of the bed, leaning against the thick black bedpost.The bed is so big that I didn't see him just now.His face was flushed, his eyes spewed fire, and the tears had been dried by the flames, leaving only traces of reflection.what is he doingGod!He was tearing off the bandage on his right hand, and the splint was about to fall off, while the bandage on his left hand was gone, and the blood on his left hand didn't know whether it was from the original wound or a new one.

I rushed over and grabbed his hands. "What are you going to do?"

Zhao raised his eyes, shook his head at me, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Needless to say, baby, I get it all.The smell of blood in my mouth, the tingling on the tip of my tongue, the numbness on one side of my face, and the blood dripping down my chin on the front of my clothes... I understand.You don't have to be sad, don't blame yourself, let alone be depressed, it's not your fault.

"Baby, we are the same person, we have the same body, the same passion, impulse and desire, do you think I don't understand, don't you want to? No, I will! As long as you tell me, any time, I am willing I'm just afraid of hurting you, afraid that your body won't be able to bear it."

I let go, helped him unbutton his pajamas, took it off lightly, and pushed him down on the bed. "Don't move, let me do it, you said, with me here, you don't have to worry about anything."

Zhao fixedly looked at me, serene, expectant, shy in eagerness, regret, hesitation and panic.

Just in case, I took off my panties first, straddled his crotch, and then my top.

Just as I was taking off my shirt, Akira started tearing the bandages off my hands again.By the time I took off my shirt and was free to grab him, the bandages and splints had all been removed. "What are you doing?" I was a little anxious, "You will hurt yourself like this!"

Zhao still stared at me and shook his head, after a while he murmured: "I can't... hurt... you..."

"No! No!"

"Yes... yes..." Zhao cried, his eyes became more flustered and irritable, and he glanced at my face from time to time.He reached out and stroked my still numb cheek.

I put his finger in my mouth and lick the blood off my cheek.

I had to hold his hand, and I couldn't let him caress me freely while we made love, as much as I wanted his caress, but that caress would bring him new hurt.

I kissed his hands, his chest, his face, knelt on top of his belly, moving just right, rubbing, squeezing...trying not to touch the wound on his upper stomach.

Zhao's body became more and more red, his eyes were blurred and urgent, and his breathing was short of breath. I could feel his blood boiling and burning. He couldn't wait any longer. What should I do?

Fortunately, I can let go of his left hand temporarily. Although the left hand is also injured, there is no danger of another fracture after all.

I almost didn't think about it, I spit into the palm of my hand, turned my hand away, and after a little moistening, I found the right position and sat on it all at once.

Not as I thought, I was far from being so brave, just touched a little, the sharp, tearing pain made me jump up, gasped involuntarily, and broke out in a cold sweat , Fortunately, there was no scream.

Zhao's body began to twist desperately, wanting to break free from me, waving his hands wildly, trying to push me away.He opened his mouth wide, stared in horror, and shook his head desperately.

I grabbed his hands again. "Hold on! Listen to me!"

This time I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and sat down slowly...not because I was afraid of myself, but because I was afraid of hurting him...

I lay on top of him, kissed him, comforted him.When we make love, our lips never part.When his passionate climax came, I could hear it through my own moaning, his moaning was like the roar of a waterfall rushing down from a high mountain, but it came from afar, faint and ethereal, but still contained infinite strength.