The lips rubbed against each other slowly. Feng Si's lips were thin and dry, soaked in the scent of tobacco, cold and mixed with bitterness. Even with his eyes closed, Lu Jingshen could clearly sense who was kissing him.
It was just a simple friction of lips, but the heat in the body continued to rise, and the heartbeat was pounding through the chest, almost reaching a level that made Lu Jingshen tremble.
He stopped, breathing heavily against Feng Si's forehead, not daring to look at him.
This is too abnormal, Lu Jing thought deeply. Tonight, at this moment, in this closed and cramped cockpit of the airplane, he was kneeling on Feng Si in the most shameful posture, his body pressed against his, his breathing entangled with his. It seemed that he really had some kind of illusion, causing his heartbeat to accelerate again and again, making it difficult for him to control himself.
"Not going on?" Feng Si's voice drilled into his ears, and he raised his hand to stroke his earlobe, kneading it gently like a caress. His nimble fingers brushed over the hair behind his ear, slid along the side of his neck to the front, lightly scratching his Adam's apple, and then moving down to touch the bright red mark on his collarbone.
If you unbutton his shirt, you can see more such marks, spreading all the way down his chest, hidden in the body wrapped in clothes, overlapping deep and shallow.
Feng Si narrowed his eyes slightly and unconsciously increased the strength in his hands.
Lu Jingshen's panting became heavier. Every touch from Feng Si was like lighting a fire on him. He instinctively moved closer and collided with Feng Si's body. He could clearly feel the strong muscles supporting his legs. His throat became dry and he swallowed unconsciously.
"Open your eyes and look at me." Feng Si's voice was low but extremely firm. He kept a slight distance from him and forced Lu Jingshen to open his eyes and look at him.
Lu Jingshen was breathing hard and rapidly, the corners of his eyes were burning red. He looked at Feng Si with sparkling eyes, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Feng Si stared at him for a moment, then touched his lips with his fingers, traced the shape of his lip line, and stroked back and forth. Lu Jingshen soon couldn't stand it anymore, and his tongue accidentally brushed against Feng Si's fingertips while panting. Feng Si's eyes dimmed, and he pushed his fingers into his mouth, pinched his soft tongue, and stirred it slowly.
An action more erotic and suggestive than kissing. Feng Si stared at him with undisguised lust in his deep eyes. Lu Jingshen broke out in a thin sweat. Just being stared at by him like this made his waist go weak, not to mention the fingers in his mouth that were still stirring and teasing his sensitive nerves, making him unable to control himself and let out those overly sweet moans.
Taking his hand back, Feng Si placed his lips on his, exchanging an extremely passionate kiss with him.
She wrapped her tongue around Lu Jingshen's and licked and teased him, then took it into her mouth and sucked it wildly, making erotic sizzling sounds that hit their eardrums one by one.
Lu Jingshen soon couldn't stand the heat anymore and took off his jacket. When he tried to tear off his shirt, Feng Si held his hand and pressed his lips against his. He reminded Lu Jingshen, "Don't take it off. What if someone hasn't left yet and comes over to see it?"
Lu Jingshen's body froze, not daring to move again: "Enough, enough."
"Not enough." Feng Si insisted. He had no intention of letting him go. He picked up Lu Jingshen's coat and covered their lower bodies. He skillfully unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled down the zipper.