After going to the Qionglin banquet, Qiao Yingze was already slightly drunk when he returned home, and he rarely hugged Gong Zhuoliang and talked about love, which made Gong Zhuoliang, who had originally planned ulterior motives, dumbfounded. Lean on the couch.
Because the No. 1 scholar will be directly awarded the official position of the sixth-rank Hanlin Academy, so Qiao Yingze, who has already thanked Shengen, will have a one-month vacation to visit relatives, that is, before Qiao Yingze ends his vacation and formally takes a job in the Imperial Academy , they can enjoy doing what they love to do.
"Zhuo Zhuo, I have been thanking God for sending you to me. Really, I love you!"
With Gong Zhuoliang's hand to drink the hangover soup, Qiao Yingze pursed his lips and put his arms around Gong Zhuoliang's neck, as if he wanted to bring him to the couch too, his drunken eyes were indescribably attractive .
"I love you too... If only I had a camera, my wife, how can you be so cute."
Gong Zhuoliang couldn't hide the smile on Gong Zhuoliang's face. He held Qiao Yingze's face and kissed him twice. At this moment, he remembered in a daze that Qiao Yingze was only twenty-four years old this year. It's just a big boy, it's not like he was so precocious in ancient times.
"Zhuo Zhuo..."
Qiao Yingze, whose face was pinched, shook his head uncomfortably, and approached Gong Zhuoliang's retreating lips, and wanted to hug Gong Zhuoliang to make out, but was immediately stopped by someone with other plans.
"Ying Ze, let's go to the study, shall we?"
While coaxing, Gong Zhuoliang had already hugged him up, went directly into the study from the side door, and let Qiao Yingze sit on his usual big desk.
"What are you doing? Zhuozhuo, you..."
Qiao Yingze, who was dizzy from being shaken, frowned slightly. When he sat on the table and Qiao Yingze pressed close to his legs, he suddenly woke up from the drunkenness. Could it be that his Zhuo Zhuo wanted to be here...
"Ying Ze, don't you want it?"
With a bewitching chuckle, he straightened Qiao Yingze's official hat, Gong Zhuoliang slid his fingers down his cheeks, and straightened the belt of the skirt until it reached under the hem of the clothes, covering Qiao Yingze's hardened part through the trousers.
"Zhuo Zhuo, let's go back to the back room..."
Qiao Yingze wanted to make out with Gong Zhuoliang, but this is the place where he studied and learned etiquette, so it's really not suitable for that kind of thing, and he's still wearing an official uniform, it's a bit too...
"There is fun here, Xianggong, don't you want to give it a try?"
On such a beautiful day, how could Gong Zhuoliang let Qiao Yingze go? Knowing that the man couldn't bear his voice calling him Mr. Gong, Gong Zhuoliang intentionally put his earlobe in his mouth and whispered, as expected, the hard object in his hand immediately swelled up.
"But Zhuozhuo, this doesn't seem very good..."
The not-so-firm refusal words are naturally not convincing at this time, Qiao Yingze only felt that he was pushed back by Gong Zhuoliang, and he was already lying on the clean table in a flash. The waist belt was pulled down, and at the same time that the head that was suspended in the air was all resting on the table, most of the buttocks were also suspended in the air, and the abdomen was forced to stretch because of the legs hanging down, making the already slender waistline even more like a slender waistline. Was broken in general.
"It's okay, Mr. Xiang, are you comfortable?"
Wrapping Qiao Yingze's legs around his waist, Gong Zhuoliang tore off some of his trousers, revealing only his excited parts, then pressed his head against the tight secret place and leaned over. down.
"No, come in slowly, slowly!"
Startled by Gong Zhuoliang's direct action, Qiao Yingze couldn't help tensing up, for fear that he would break in like this, not to mention that it hadn't been used for more than a month, even in normal times, he couldn't just come in like this.
"Don't be nervous, how could I be willing to hurt you, come on, relax."
Seeing this, Gong Zhuoliang hurriedly kissed Qiao Yingze's lips soothingly, his desire bumped gently against the entrance and exit, but never really penetrated. He took the stopper of the medicated oil bottle, and then put the slender round-mouthed vial against the opening of the hole instead of his avatar, and pushed it in while pouring out the medicated oil.
"Zhuo Zhuo... shall we go back to the room?"
Feeling the cool bottle moving in and out of his body, Qiao Yingze's face was already blushing. As soon as he turned his eyes, he could see the bookcase full of sage books and the words of sages on the wall. He really couldn't bear to do this kind of thing in the study.
"Sanggong, you are extremely sensitive today, you bite so tightly."
Hearing this, Gong Zhuoliang smirked in a low voice, pulled out the bottle and threw it on the table casually, then intentionally and slowly squeezed his swollen avatar into Qiao Yingze's body, feeling the intestinal wall wrapping himself inside Tun, Gong Zhuoliang was so comfortable that he wanted to hum.
"Zhuo Zhuo... um... don't... um..."
Feeling his body being stretched apart a little bit, Qiao Yingze suddenly realized that the two of them were doing it in neat clothes except for the place where their lower body met. Unexpectedly, it became more and more sensitive, and the pleasure there spread to the whole body wave after wave.
"Sanggong, you're holding me even tighter. It feels good to do that, doesn't it?"
Feeling that he was about to be swallowed up by the shrinking secret place, Gong Zhuoliang was a little impatient with such a slow movement, and it was inconvenient to open Qiao Yingze's body in such a face-to-face posture, so Gong Zhuoliang simply turned his lover in his arms around and turned into a It became Qiao Yingze lying on the table and entering his posture from behind.
Opening the white and tender buttocks to both sides, Gong Zhuoliang looked at the huge secret hole that swallowed him, only felt a heat in his head, and began to slam into it vigorously.
"Slower...um...slower..."
The prone position made Qiao Yingze unable to hug Gong Zhuoliang to fix his body. He could only try to hold on to the edge of the table to stabilize himself, and his already weak legs could not even effectively support his body, so he could only endure Gong Zhuoliang's will. At the mercy of.
"Duplicity, my husband, you obviously hope that I will be faster here?"
The hands that were holding Qiao Yingze's buttocks moved forward, Gong Zhuoliang held the part that was still crying, smiled lightly and leaned over Qiao Yingze's back, licking and kissing his earlobe while teasing him.
"Zhuo Zhuo... Zhuo... um..."
At this time, Qiao Yingze was completely immersed in the exciting love, and Wen Yan could only call his name weakly, without saying anything else. Satisfied with Qiao Yingze's state, Gong Zhuoliang stopped being polite, indulged himself and rushed until he could no longer bear the intense pleasure, and then released it when he was deeply buried in Qiao Yingze's body. At the same time, Qiao Yingze, who was stimulated by his hot liquid, also ejaculated his white turbidity.
Gong Zhuoliang, who was living passionately, did not stop. He turned over Qiao Yingze and hugged him, and then squeezed the excited part of himself back into Qiao Yingze's untightened intimate part with the lubrication of his own love fluid, and then just like this. The posture carried Qiao Yingze back to the back room, and went straight to the bathroom... They still have a lot of time, so they can take their time to enjoy themselves.