Xiangyu

Woody perfumes are always prone to lack of sweetness. Fortunately, the thickness of vanilla pods is mixed with a little bit of sea salt, and the modification of cocoa powder can also bring a sense of sweetness and relaxation.Qiao Yusong was very fortunate that when he was brought home by Song Yuqiao, he wore this fresh perfume that wasn't too cold and was enough for family.

I hope that this sweet but not greasy gourmet flavor will make Song Yuqiao feel that he is delicious.Unlike Song Yuqiao - when kissing Song Yuqiao, Qiao Yusong couldn't help but want to laugh several times. Song Yuqiao's watery body was adjusted to the end. Although it is much gentler, the indelible coldness on the skin seems to always try to subvert his own enthusiasm.

Qiao Yusong was inevitably annoyed by the barbecue smell left in his mouth, but the saliva produced by the fusion of his lips and teeth was enough to wash away the heavy smoke.He was holding Song Yuqiao's face, but his hands were at a loss, until he couldn't help getting closer and accidentally bumped Song Yuqiao's glasses, which undoubtedly revealed his excitement and uneasiness.

Song Yuqiao, whose glasses slid to the tip of his nose, looked a little dull, but he was more cute.Qiao Yusong put his hands on his shoulders, and his breathing couldn't find the rhythm it should have.Seeing Song Yuqiao try to kiss himself again, Qiao Yusong took off his glasses.

For this reason, Song Yuqiao hesitated instead.

Qiao Yusong held the glasses in his hand, seeing him without glasses at such a close distance, his beating heart became more and more flustered.His heart was flustered, and so was his body. His mouth was wet when he kissed, but when he wanted to speak, his mouth became parched.

"Xiao Qiao..." Qiao Yusong's fingertips lightly touched his face, and the sense of reality made Qiao Yusong panic for a while.

Song Yuqiao, who took off his glasses, showed a sense of immaturity when he was young, and the contours of his facial features were carefully carved by the years, as if the past and the present overlapped, reminding Qiao Yusong again that this is what he could not love and could not afford at the age of 17 that boy.At this moment, the boy from back then wrinkled his shirt.

"I didn't think about bringing you back before..." Song Yuqiao's breath was hot, like a thin layer of fog, covering Qiao Yusong's lips, "I didn't prepare anything."

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong's heart skipped a beat, and his already hot face suddenly became hotter.He couldn't fully understand the meaning of Song Yuqiao's words, but maybe it was too inappropriate to be reserved and reserved at this time.

At the moment when he was biting his lips helplessly, Song Yuqiao's kiss stuck to his lips again.

As if he understood it completely, and as if he didn't need to understand it anymore, Qiao Yusong immediately raised his arms around Song Yuqiao's neck, opened his mouth, and thrust his eagerness into Song Yuqiao's mouth while welcoming the kiss.

Song Yuqiao's hands continued to roam around his body, through the fabric of the clothes, the heat in his palms seemed to feel moist, penetrating and sticking to Qiao Yusong's skin.

Just like that, Qiao Yusong was easily pushed onto the sofa by him.

Song Yuqiao pushed away all the Lego blocks scattered on the sofa, and knelt between his legs on one knee.

Qiao Yusong was so addicted to kissing that he didn't care to look at it, until he was suddenly suppressed between his legs, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Xiao Qiao..." Qiao Yusong stroked his face, watched him undo his belt, and at the moment when the zipper was pulled down, he suddenly understood what Song Yuqiao was going to do.

Qiao Yusong was startled, and quickly supported his shoulders that were about to lower, and looked at him in horror.

Seeing the apprehension and disbelief in Qiao Yusong's eyes, Song Yuqiao was slightly taken aback, and also a little uncertain.He opened Qiao Yusong's zipper and stroked Qiao Yusong's skin.Qiao Yusong's waist and abdomen were hot, like a warm furnace in winter.

"Can I have a taste?" Song Yuqiao leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Brother Xiao Song."

After listening, Qiao Yusong's head went blank.Seeing Song Yuqiao kneeling on the floor, he didn't dare to look, neither at himself nor at what Song Yuqiao had done.He looked up at the lamp on the ceiling, and his heart suddenly tightened, as if being held tightly by Song Yuqiao and kneaded into a ball.He closed his eyes.

Qiao Yusong really didn't expect this to be the case.He originally thought, he originally imagined that once a person like Song Yuqiao decided to do something, he must be straightforward and direct.But at this moment, the damp surrounding him was as lukewarm as a sea after ebb tide.

He was gently rippling along with the tranquil sea, and within a short while, his eyes began to get wet.

Song Yuqiao lowered his head, undulating between his legs, the slight width was like a cat with silly feet, while Qiao Yusong, who was licked by him, felt like a soft and messy can.

He couldn't help but put his fingertips into Song Yuqiao's hair, feeling that there were spots of sweat on the roots of the hair, enough to wet his fingers.The humming from Song Yuqiao's throat repeatedly smashed his heart. The sound was painful and sweet, as if he was full but still hungry and thirsty. Qiao Yusong was in a trance, thinking that he should be killed by Song Yuqiao. Eat it to be satisfied.

Qiao Yusong raised his head, facing the ceiling, tightly holding the glasses in his hand.He was afraid that the glasses would be deformed by him, as if to smash Song Yuqiao's all-time disguise.

"Xiao Qiao..." He couldn't help brushing away Song Yuqiao's forehead hair, his palms were full of sweat.

He looked at Song Yuqiao cherishingly, seeing him spitting out something in his mouth, his eyes were red, so pitiful, haggard, and eager.He quickly picked up Song Yuqiao's face, leaned over to kiss that dry mouth, but Song Yuqiao laughed first.

Qiao Yusong looked at him puzzled, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yuqiao knelt between his legs, held the wet, straight thing, looked into his eyes, and said, "It's delicious."

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong's heart seemed to miss a beat. When Song Yuqiao lowered his head again, he finally grabbed his hair unbearably and pressed him in.

The soft and elastic squeeze of the deep throat made Qiao Yusong tremble uncontrollably, his waist was instantly relieved, and he could only lean on the sofa, covering his eyes and moaning happily.

Gradually, not only the waist, but Qiao Yusong felt that his whole body had been licked and melted by Song Yuqiao, turning into a puddle of water.He took in big mouthfuls of breath, but he didn't have any energy to fill him up. He could only let his voice hum from his throat, as if he was urgently asking for help: "Ah, ah...Song Yuqiao...um..."

Song Yuqiao heard his cry for help, and while hugging his waist, his throat hurt like it was being torn.The pain strongly stimulated his senses, and the danger of suffocation spurred him to climb faster.Listening to Qiao Yusong's groans, Song Yuqiao grabbed his waist and swallowed hard.

"No, I can't. Xiaoqiao—" Qiao Yusong suddenly panicked, trying in vain to push Song Yuqiao away with his weak hands, "I'm going to shoot! Ah, ah! Don't—"

It seems that a long time has passed, but Qiao Yusong can still hear the beating sound of the pulse at the back of his neck, like his undiminished aftertaste.

Suddenly, the sound of water woke him up.He hurriedly looked for Song Yuqiao, saw him drinking water in the kitchen, and asked nervously, "Did you swallow it?"

Hearing this, Song Yuqiao's back froze.

Seeing that he didn't look back for a long time, Qiao Yusong became more and more uneasy.

After a while, Song Yuqiao turned around, with a strange flush on his face, a slightly tired smile, and asked, "Do you want me to swallow it?"

Qiao Yusong was surprised and shook his head again and again.

Seeing his nervous appearance, shaking his head like a rattle, he said, "Don't worry, I didn't swallow it."

After hearing this, Qiao Yusong breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked down, his face that had just subsided from the fever suddenly turned red again.He hastily put on his pants again, but his hands for buckling the belt seemed not very agile.

When he finally put on the belt, he looked up and saw Song Yuqiao knelt down in front of him again.He was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." After Song Yuqiao finished speaking, he frowned, "It's just that my throat hurts a little."

Qiao Yusong's heart skipped a beat. He bent down and touched Song Yuqiao's throat distressedly, but his eyes fell on Song Yuqiao's Adam's apple involuntarily.At the same time, his fingertips had already touched Song Yuqiao's Adam's apple before he realized it. He was stunned for this, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Your Adam's apple is so beautiful."

Hearing this, Song Yuqiao smiled slightly, took his hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, and said, "Find you some clothes and take a bath? You may be tired."

Qiao Yusong's fingertips moved slightly, and he nodded with a smile.

He looked so tired that even his smile was extra gentle.Song Yuqiao got up, kissed his eyebrows, turned and left.

After Song Yuqiao disappeared into the living room, Qiao Yusong had time to sort out his mood.

He wiped his face, feeling the sweat and oil on his face, stained with his tiredness after bliss.Thinking of what happened just now, even though he was tired, the corners of Qiao Yusong's mouth still raised unconsciously.

He opened his eyes, looked at the Lego blocks scattered on the ground, got up and walked into the bedroom.

Song Yuqiao was looking for clothes in front of the closet, when he heard his footsteps, he looked back and smiled at him.

Qiao Yusong also laughed, and when he turned his back again, he stepped forward and hugged him from behind.

Unexpectedly, his body froze slightly, but he quickly relaxed.Then, he clearly felt the warmth of his right shoulder, and guessed it was Qiao Yusong kissing his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw that it was true.Qiao Yusong's nostalgic appearance made Song Yuqiao a little surprised and a little overwhelmed. All of this seemed to happen and he deserved it, but when he really wanted to accept and get it, Song Yuqiao felt unprecedentedly hesitant. I am afraid that I will be ashamed.

"Are you going to fly tomorrow?" Song Yuqiao asked while touching his face.

Qiao Yusong hummed suspiciously and said, "Rest."

"Really?" Song Yuqiao said, raising his other hand to let him see the time on the watch.

Seeing that the time had passed zero, Qiao Yusong was astonished and said with a smile: "Well, fly tomorrow. Go to Japan."

Song Yuqiao asked: "Then we can see each other the day after tomorrow?"

"I'll be back tomorrow night." After Qiao Yusong finished speaking, he was embarrassed by the urgency and slowed down a bit, asking, "Shall we meet tomorrow night?"

"Yeah." Song Yuqiao turned around and gave him a change of clothes, "You send me a copy of your flight schedule, and I'll arrange it."

"Okay." Qiao Yusong took the clothes, suddenly felt strange, and asked, "Are you busy with work recently?"

Song Yuqiao didn't want to think about things in the unit for the time being, and said, "It's more important to be with you."

Although Qiao Yusong was very happy to hear such words, it was really not like Song Yuqiao's personality, so he couldn't help being dubious.However, if Song Yuqiao didn't want to say it, what else could he pry out of his mouth?Even if it was pried out, it still hurts and hurts.

"Then I will be disrespectful." Qiao Yusong said with a smile.

Song Yuqiao couldn't help laughing, and said, "Yes."

"Then I'll take a shower." After he finished speaking, he turned around, and before he could take a step, Song Yuqiao hugged him back into his arms.

He was slightly taken aback, and then chose to lean into Song Yuqiao's arms.

Song Yuqiao kissed the back of his ear affectionately, rubbing the tip of his nose in his hair, slowly, his arms tightened more and more.

Qiao Yusong was a little out of breath, even aching, but he didn't resist, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"No." The body in his arms was thin, and the tighter Song Yuqiao hugged him, the more his arm hurt. He was enjoying this kind of intimate pain, which was real, real, and clear.

After a while, Song Yuqiao said, "I like you so much."